heart hits like a drum | triston & mikael
To say that Triston was exhausted would be an understatement. He had barely slept in the past few days, when he did manage to shut his eyes for a moment he had to wake once more because a client decided getting a little rough with one of his girls was allowed. It wasn’t, and now that client was forbidden to return. Providing security for the Honeybadger was easy enough. A trusted old friend of his provided the muscle while he provided a decent discount for their patronage. Anyone that tried to take advantage of this agreement was immediately out on their arse. Triston had few rules around his brothel, but he strictly maintained them both for the safety of those under his care and those who trusted his discretion.
Between dealing with unsavory clients there was also the matter of coin. The levy for the property was high and he refused to underpay anyone that worked for him. They were managing to get by, but only just. That was the price of remaining completely separate from the Lannister’s or the Baratheon’s. Yet struggle as he did there was no way he would allow them any control over anything. Triston’s shoulder relaxed some as the door to his room came into view. He didn’t expect to get too much sleep but the thought of his bed so close was welcome. Entering his room he quickly unbuttoned and slipped out of his coat, hanging it on the hook near the door before he kicked the door shut and turned to face his bed, almost jumping in shock when he saw the figure sitting on his bed. “Gods! Mikael! How long have you been there? And what did I say about sneaking into my room?”