Post by Jason Thornvaald on Nov 26, 2008 13:27:55 GMT -5
Thorn sat in one of the larger lounges of Aphrodite's, nursing a drink that was way too fruity and not near enough alcoholic, doing his best to relax. His crew was off spending their money on the tables and some of Aphrodite's best girls. Lyra herself was in the room she'd bought, probably cleaning her guns if he knew his little sister. And he did.
Thorn sighed heavily, one finger idly tracing the rim of his glass as he stared at one of the prettier girls fluttering around the room. Starr was her 'name.' She was one of his usual favorites. Tall. Slim. Graceful. Aphrodite knew his tastes pretty well by now, after all. Which was probably why Starr had been sent to where he was, and no doubt given instruction to make herself exclusive to him if it was his wont to take her.
Unfortunately while everything else about her fit the bill, Starr was a gorgeous, blue-eyed blonde dressed in a slinky blue silk mini-dress. Not a fiery green-eyed redhead encased in a tight black Mamba uniform.
Thorn groaned a little, rubbing at his face. This was ridiculous. Alexandria Wright was over fifty years old. No matter that she looked like she was still in her thirties. And she was Josetta’s mother. That alone should have been enough to kill any erection he might have thought about getting for the powerful woman. But it wasn’t.
Unearthing that damned porn magazine out of his effects out of morbid curiosity hadn’t helped matters any, either.
So now he was horny as hell and in no mood to work it out on one of Aphrodite’s girls. At least not one he could request that wouldn’t make him look like he suddenly had the hots for Josetta. And he’d rather cut off his own cock first with a dull blade before he let that happen.
So Thorn continued to brood and nurse his girly drink for a few more minutes, until he felt a familiar presence suddenly glide up beside him. “What’s the matter, Thorn?” the busty Aphrodite purred soothingly.
The tall Viking just sighed, not showing much reaction when the powerful woman ran her hand across the line of his massive shoulders, the touch belying her familiarity with him. They’d slept together once or twice, years ago, when he was still coming up in the ranks of the pirating world and young enough to be half-smitten with the innately sexy creature. There hadn’t been a repeat performance in a long time, as Thorn had grown up and Aphrodite had long since gotten over her brief curiosity with him. Still, they remained on pleasant enough terms. Though Thorn was no longer fool enough to believe it didn’t come with a price tag attached. With Aphrodite, there was always a price attached.
“Is Starr no longer to your tastes?” the half-Asian woman continued, tone almost concerned. “Say the word, darling, and I will provide another for you.”
Thorn shot her a half-smirk, then shook his head and took another swallow of his drink. “Don’t bother, Aphrodite. Just not in the mood for a paid tumble, is all.”
Aphrodite made a clucking noise in her throat, patting him before sitting beside him in one smooth, graceful gesture. Though Thorn noticed she sat down rather gingerly, as if her rump was sore. That made him lift an eyebrow a little before he dismissed it with a shrug. With Aphrodite, there really was no telling what the reason for that could be.
The woman gave him a pretty smile, one that held a spark of genuine affection in it’s depth. Or, at least he liked to believe it that way. Whether or not that made him an even bigger fool was anyone’s guess. “Well you know you are always welcome in my home, darling,” she murmured, patting his hand. “In any capacity.” Then the creature made a slight face. “Though your men test my patience sorely. I would wish that you would leave them locked on your ship during your stay.”
Thorn winced guiltily, rubbing at the back of his neck and sighing. “Sorry, Aph. Just . . . foot me the bill, eh?” Her grin turned impish.
“Already done, darling.” Thorn had to chuckle at that, shaking his head.
In the next moment a strange tingle raced down his spine. Thorn ducked and twisted out of the way just in time to avoid the shock-baton that was on a collision course with his skull. The large pirate—always half-ready for any eventuality—shot to his feet and whirled, his sword already in his fist. Which came up to block the second furious swipe that his enraged cousin Graham tried to swing on him.
“Ah, cousin!” Thorn called out, grinning. “I was wondering when you were going to show up.” Graham’s already ugly expression darkened even further.
“You caused me to lose my business, you sonofabitch,” the former Mamba snarled, tone deceptively dead-pan and even. Two crackling shock-batons were clenched in either fist. “I’m here to take my losses out in your hide.”
“Thorn, is there a problem?” Aphrodite suddenly called blandly, where she hadn’t bothered getting up at the table. The Viking grinned, though he didn’t take his eyes off his kin.
“No problem, dearling. Just a little family quarrel is all. Seems my little cousin Graham here is out of a job, and he’s being especially sore about it. Seems to think it’s my fault.” The voluptuous female snorted delicately, eying the green-eyed former soldier with a measuring look. Which then turned faintly snide and teasing.
“He’s pretty enough. And I’m sure the Snake regime taught him a few tricks of the trade. I could put him to work for you, dear. I’m sure he’d be quite popular with the ladies. Maybe even some of the men.”
Thorn cackled, while Graham’s eyes narrowed into furious slits. Somewhat ruined by the ruddy color coming up on his face. “I’m no whore, madam,” he snapped harshly. “And unless you want to be brought up on charges of aiding and abetting a known criminal, you’ll not interfere.”
Aphrodite’s pleasant expression never changed, but her voice went stone cold and deadly as she purred, “and unless you want to end up a twitching corpse in a hole so deep that not even the rats will find you, you’ll not cause any more undue trouble in my establishment.”
There were suddenly a whole hoard of Aphrodite’s amazons filling the room, expressions hard and determined. Graham glanced around himself, body tense. Aphrodite sighed. “If you must pursue this foolishness of trying to apprehend one of the most deadly pirates in the solar system, be my guest. But it will not happen here. So unless you can conduct yourself civilly, I suggest you leave. Now.”
Graham shifted his weight for a few more moments before he suddenly retracted his batons with a soft growl. He jabbed his finger in Thorn’s direction. “This isn’t over, Jason.”
Thorn just grinned, fearless. “Any time, cousin. Any time.”
Thorn sighed heavily, one finger idly tracing the rim of his glass as he stared at one of the prettier girls fluttering around the room. Starr was her 'name.' She was one of his usual favorites. Tall. Slim. Graceful. Aphrodite knew his tastes pretty well by now, after all. Which was probably why Starr had been sent to where he was, and no doubt given instruction to make herself exclusive to him if it was his wont to take her.
Unfortunately while everything else about her fit the bill, Starr was a gorgeous, blue-eyed blonde dressed in a slinky blue silk mini-dress. Not a fiery green-eyed redhead encased in a tight black Mamba uniform.
Thorn groaned a little, rubbing at his face. This was ridiculous. Alexandria Wright was over fifty years old. No matter that she looked like she was still in her thirties. And she was Josetta’s mother. That alone should have been enough to kill any erection he might have thought about getting for the powerful woman. But it wasn’t.
Unearthing that damned porn magazine out of his effects out of morbid curiosity hadn’t helped matters any, either.
So now he was horny as hell and in no mood to work it out on one of Aphrodite’s girls. At least not one he could request that wouldn’t make him look like he suddenly had the hots for Josetta. And he’d rather cut off his own cock first with a dull blade before he let that happen.
So Thorn continued to brood and nurse his girly drink for a few more minutes, until he felt a familiar presence suddenly glide up beside him. “What’s the matter, Thorn?” the busty Aphrodite purred soothingly.
The tall Viking just sighed, not showing much reaction when the powerful woman ran her hand across the line of his massive shoulders, the touch belying her familiarity with him. They’d slept together once or twice, years ago, when he was still coming up in the ranks of the pirating world and young enough to be half-smitten with the innately sexy creature. There hadn’t been a repeat performance in a long time, as Thorn had grown up and Aphrodite had long since gotten over her brief curiosity with him. Still, they remained on pleasant enough terms. Though Thorn was no longer fool enough to believe it didn’t come with a price tag attached. With Aphrodite, there was always a price attached.
“Is Starr no longer to your tastes?” the half-Asian woman continued, tone almost concerned. “Say the word, darling, and I will provide another for you.”
Thorn shot her a half-smirk, then shook his head and took another swallow of his drink. “Don’t bother, Aphrodite. Just not in the mood for a paid tumble, is all.”
Aphrodite made a clucking noise in her throat, patting him before sitting beside him in one smooth, graceful gesture. Though Thorn noticed she sat down rather gingerly, as if her rump was sore. That made him lift an eyebrow a little before he dismissed it with a shrug. With Aphrodite, there really was no telling what the reason for that could be.
The woman gave him a pretty smile, one that held a spark of genuine affection in it’s depth. Or, at least he liked to believe it that way. Whether or not that made him an even bigger fool was anyone’s guess. “Well you know you are always welcome in my home, darling,” she murmured, patting his hand. “In any capacity.” Then the creature made a slight face. “Though your men test my patience sorely. I would wish that you would leave them locked on your ship during your stay.”
Thorn winced guiltily, rubbing at the back of his neck and sighing. “Sorry, Aph. Just . . . foot me the bill, eh?” Her grin turned impish.
“Already done, darling.” Thorn had to chuckle at that, shaking his head.
In the next moment a strange tingle raced down his spine. Thorn ducked and twisted out of the way just in time to avoid the shock-baton that was on a collision course with his skull. The large pirate—always half-ready for any eventuality—shot to his feet and whirled, his sword already in his fist. Which came up to block the second furious swipe that his enraged cousin Graham tried to swing on him.
“Ah, cousin!” Thorn called out, grinning. “I was wondering when you were going to show up.” Graham’s already ugly expression darkened even further.
“You caused me to lose my business, you sonofabitch,” the former Mamba snarled, tone deceptively dead-pan and even. Two crackling shock-batons were clenched in either fist. “I’m here to take my losses out in your hide.”
“Thorn, is there a problem?” Aphrodite suddenly called blandly, where she hadn’t bothered getting up at the table. The Viking grinned, though he didn’t take his eyes off his kin.
“No problem, dearling. Just a little family quarrel is all. Seems my little cousin Graham here is out of a job, and he’s being especially sore about it. Seems to think it’s my fault.” The voluptuous female snorted delicately, eying the green-eyed former soldier with a measuring look. Which then turned faintly snide and teasing.
“He’s pretty enough. And I’m sure the Snake regime taught him a few tricks of the trade. I could put him to work for you, dear. I’m sure he’d be quite popular with the ladies. Maybe even some of the men.”
Thorn cackled, while Graham’s eyes narrowed into furious slits. Somewhat ruined by the ruddy color coming up on his face. “I’m no whore, madam,” he snapped harshly. “And unless you want to be brought up on charges of aiding and abetting a known criminal, you’ll not interfere.”
Aphrodite’s pleasant expression never changed, but her voice went stone cold and deadly as she purred, “and unless you want to end up a twitching corpse in a hole so deep that not even the rats will find you, you’ll not cause any more undue trouble in my establishment.”
There were suddenly a whole hoard of Aphrodite’s amazons filling the room, expressions hard and determined. Graham glanced around himself, body tense. Aphrodite sighed. “If you must pursue this foolishness of trying to apprehend one of the most deadly pirates in the solar system, be my guest. But it will not happen here. So unless you can conduct yourself civilly, I suggest you leave. Now.”
Graham shifted his weight for a few more moments before he suddenly retracted his batons with a soft growl. He jabbed his finger in Thorn’s direction. “This isn’t over, Jason.”
Thorn just grinned, fearless. “Any time, cousin. Any time.”