Christine - Buttercup, she reminded herself - finished her survey of the room. Truth be told, she really didn't have the first idea how one identified a pirate captain looking for new crewmembers, but she was fairly certain that the attention she was attracting wasn't the sort she was hoping for.
She had the misfortune of making accidental eye contact with one such man as her eyes swept the room; a large, boorish oaf with a leer on his unpleasant face. She turned her head away from him haughtily, but her pose stiffened and she listened sharply, just in case.
As expected, the man ignored her dismissal; she could hear his heavy footsteps as he sauntered across the floor towards her. He reached out to place one hand on her shoulder, but she was already moving, slipping off the barstool and into a defensive posture, one hand reaching for the knife in her boot. Her eyes flashed defiantly.
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Date: 2009-09-19 09:17 pm (UTC)She had the misfortune of making accidental eye contact with one such man as her eyes swept the room; a large, boorish oaf with a leer on his unpleasant face. She turned her head away from him haughtily, but her pose stiffened and she listened sharply, just in case.
As expected, the man ignored her dismissal; she could hear his heavy footsteps as he sauntered across the floor towards her. He reached out to place one hand on her shoulder, but she was already moving, slipping off the barstool and into a defensive posture, one hand reaching for the knife in her boot. Her eyes flashed defiantly.