01-08-2017, 01:46 AM
And there it was, Dasha thought with a grimace. She knew Ozal too well to expect anything less, but she could hardly surpress her shudder as the Ferengi moved on. Still, the Barkeep had given her something to go on, which was more than she had right now. A new vein? She wondered, turning to lean her back against the bar. She watched the patrons of Ozal’s begin to file their way into the room. Could Kelp really be such a fool as to go poking around in the old mines? If that was true she had no idea where to even begin. The Silver mines had gone dry well before Dasha had needed to leave Coasta del Sol. She didn’t even know if any of the miners were still living on the island.
She glanced over as mayor Thomas took a seat to her left. “Didn’t expect to see you here Dasha.” He said, not really turning to face her, his back to the room. “Have you given up on your business so soon?” the way he asked it was a very innocent line of questioning, but Dasha knew he was asking the question for a reason. A good mayor paid attention to what was happening to his town’s economy.
“Not if I can help it.” She said with a short laugh and took a swig of the drink Ozal had offered her. “You don’t know if anyone from the old mining days is here right now, do you Thomas? Someone who would know a lot about the old mining operation?”
Thomas thought for a moment, surveying the crowd quickly. “looks like It’s mostly sailors, Melody was here before the mine collapsed, but I don’t think she would be very familiar with anything about the mines themselves.” He looked a little more, then his eyes lit up and he pointed towards one of the corners. “Oh! There’s one. That’s Jeb, he was one of the smelters who...” Then Thomas trailed off as he caught sight of Ozal, reappearing from a back-room with his usual self-satisfied grin. Thomas clapped dasha on the shoulder, eyes fixed on the Ferengi. “Uh he should be able to help you, Dasha. If you’ll excuse me…”
Dasha nodded as Mayor Thomas moved to intercept Ozal, and she left to see if this Jeb fellow was actually going to be helpful. As she crossed the room, one of the tipsier sailors called out to her, “Hey, Girlie! You all done playing store? Wanna party with us big boys?” many of his table-mates called out incoherently to the same effect.
Dasha frowned and ignored them. Continuing to make for the corner of the room, where Jeb was sitting. Her movements across the room were halted as one of the sailors snatched hold of her forearm as she passed. Dasha cursed herself for being so careless, she had spent enough time as a barmaid that she should have been able to evade the clumsy grab. She hadn't been paying enough attention to her route. As it was she had the presence of mind to plant her stance so that he wasn’t able to pull her onto his lap as intended. Drunk men weren’t rarely as strong as they thought they were.
“Ye let go a’me right this instant pal!” she shouted, caring little. If she made a scene the only one with egg on their face would be Ozal. “Get your Greasy paws off of me, or I’ll slug ye a shiner, but good!”
She glanced over as mayor Thomas took a seat to her left. “Didn’t expect to see you here Dasha.” He said, not really turning to face her, his back to the room. “Have you given up on your business so soon?” the way he asked it was a very innocent line of questioning, but Dasha knew he was asking the question for a reason. A good mayor paid attention to what was happening to his town’s economy.
“Not if I can help it.” She said with a short laugh and took a swig of the drink Ozal had offered her. “You don’t know if anyone from the old mining days is here right now, do you Thomas? Someone who would know a lot about the old mining operation?”
Thomas thought for a moment, surveying the crowd quickly. “looks like It’s mostly sailors, Melody was here before the mine collapsed, but I don’t think she would be very familiar with anything about the mines themselves.” He looked a little more, then his eyes lit up and he pointed towards one of the corners. “Oh! There’s one. That’s Jeb, he was one of the smelters who...” Then Thomas trailed off as he caught sight of Ozal, reappearing from a back-room with his usual self-satisfied grin. Thomas clapped dasha on the shoulder, eyes fixed on the Ferengi. “Uh he should be able to help you, Dasha. If you’ll excuse me…”
Dasha nodded as Mayor Thomas moved to intercept Ozal, and she left to see if this Jeb fellow was actually going to be helpful. As she crossed the room, one of the tipsier sailors called out to her, “Hey, Girlie! You all done playing store? Wanna party with us big boys?” many of his table-mates called out incoherently to the same effect.
Dasha frowned and ignored them. Continuing to make for the corner of the room, where Jeb was sitting. Her movements across the room were halted as one of the sailors snatched hold of her forearm as she passed. Dasha cursed herself for being so careless, she had spent enough time as a barmaid that she should have been able to evade the clumsy grab. She hadn't been paying enough attention to her route. As it was she had the presence of mind to plant her stance so that he wasn’t able to pull her onto his lap as intended. Drunk men weren’t rarely as strong as they thought they were.
“Ye let go a’me right this instant pal!” she shouted, caring little. If she made a scene the only one with egg on their face would be Ozal. “Get your Greasy paws off of me, or I’ll slug ye a shiner, but good!”
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