You weren't sure how long it had been since the rest of your crew left the tavern, but as you hazily scanned the crowd below you all you could see were unfamiliar faces; their eyes looking you up and down as you swayed your hips meticulously to the sound of the guitar playing in the background. The alcohol coursing through your veins had distracted you from your fatigue up until this point, but as your movements slowed you became harshly aware of the aching in your legs.
Deciding you either needed to call it a night or find another sucker to buy you a drink to further dull the pain, you hopped down from the bar you stood on to search for any familiar faces. You grimace as a few hands make their way towards you, swatting away the overzealous men trying their best to grab your attention. After a few moments of searching for your crew, a rough hand on your shoulder has you lunging in the direction of the poor fool who dared get between you and your pursuit.
The punch intended for the man's face instead meets his calloused hand, and your eyes follow his muscular arm up to his face, the look of amusement on it catching you by surprise.
"Woah there, little lady," he chuckles deeply, the vibrations of his voice ringing through the room even with the loud music still playing. "Careful who you're throwing these pretty little fists at, wouldn't want you to piss off the wrong person."
You scoff and roll your eyes at his condescension, all of the interest he had piqued in you leaving once he opened his mouth. You pull your hand from him, dropping your shoulder slightly to make your way past him, but he instead shifts to remain in front of you, his large frame making it impossible to continue.
"Easy, little lady," he grins, lowering his head down closer to yours. You curl your lip at him and give him a warning snarl, and this only seems to amuse him even more. "I just wanna buy you a drink, alright? If you still can't stand to be around me after that then you're free to go."
You hesitate before looking away from his grey eyes, looking down to see his hand extended to you as he opens a way for you, motioning in the direction of the bar. The scowl doesn't leave your face as you brush past him, begrudgingly taking him up on his offer as you saunter over to the bar.
You take another look around the tavern as you order a glass of whiskey, hissing as you feel your admirer approach from behind you and attempt to snake his hand around your waist. The look in your eye deters him enough, and he raises his hands in defeat as he leans against the bar and orders a glass for himself. The two of you stand in awkward silence as you wait for the drinks, your eyes casually glancing around the tavern every so often to see if there is anyone left from your crew you had come into town with.
When the bartender finally slides the drinks over, your instinct tells you to down the drink and be on your way, but much to your dismay the man speaks up before you can bolt for it.
"You looking for someone, little lady?"
You finish your swig of whiskey, letting the liquor glide down your throat slowly to savor the burn. You pull the glass down from your face before looking at the man again, your vision already starting to grow hazy again. You watch silently as his eyes look you over, stopping on your chest as he awaits your answer, his eyes glossing over slightly. You can feel your nipples poking through your shirt, and you giggle lightly as your admirer notices as well.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" you tease, unable to hide the flirtation in your voice. You lean closer to him, "I would tell you who I was here with earlier, but I don't want you to piss yourself."
The challenging tone in your voice has the man's eyebrow quirking, and a thunderous laugh bellows out of him as he leans down to meet your face. As he approaches you can see a few superficial scars marking his cheek, adding to his edge. Though most people would be intimidated by a man of his stature, you were used to far worse and couldn't imagine the man being any bit of a threat to you and your crew.
