Chalking It Up to Dumb Luck || Dirty Chai
When you grew up in Swynlake, you knew most of the dating pool since they were young enough to eat paste. The pool was essentially a puddle. A puddle filled with only a couple rare new inhabitants every rainy season. So when Mocha went out and needed a break from the same people over and over again she came to the Next Town Tavern.
She’d been coming here since she returned from boarding school, bit of a regular/familiar face in here. There were drinks, darts, billards and the music wasn’t so loud you had to shout over it for good conversation. It was just a very laid back place to hang out in, somewhere Mocha could just relax and not have to worry so much about her town image or what she was planning for her next move or if she’d run into someone who she served at Hatter’s who thought that automatically meant they had an in.
It was a fairly quiet night, she was just enjoying her drink at the bar when she overheard two slightly older than college aged boys speak in hushed tones as the door opened and shut.
“Oi, yeah, she looks like she’d beat the shit out of us. Regular shark. Nah, there’s no riskin’ a pool bet on that one.”
Girl who looks like a pool shark? Well, now she had to look. She turned her head smoothly to the side, pushing her hair from her face as she looked towards the door. Her brows immediately went up. Well, if it wasn’t John’s cousin, Anne Bonny, in the flesh (she, of course, didn’t know her name because she never really brought up the encounter with John and he was a very private person when it came to anything other than books--no wait, take that back, he was also fairly private about certain books as well). Things certainly got more interesting.
She slid off her stool, leaning up against the bar with a smirk as she called out to the dark haired girl with amusement in her voice, “I showed up on your doorstep and now you’ve shown up on mine, fancy that. Guess I should buy you that drink then.”
@lost-girl-at-sea
