Post by kiakblackthorne on Feb 4, 2004 23:55:05 GMT -5
Richard Fasacist: ::Richard yawned, walking out of his giant house in the village and strolling onto the street::
Lizzie Dormay: ::Standing behind the bar she was slowly, carefully polishing the bar top. A smile on her lips, breasts just about falling out of her tight stay and white blouse. Humming softly to herself as the black curls slipped over her shoulders::
Richard Fasacist: Hmm, hmm hmm...::Humming as he walked down the lane, heading to the inn. Stupid barkeep! He couldn't believe the words they had! Now that collection day was coming up, Richard was ready to have some of his own words with Cid::
Lizzie Dormay: ::She sighed softly, looking over to the fire. As she moved from behing the bar to the hearth, taking the poker as she stoked the fure. Bent over, her skirt pressing nicely to her ass, facing the door so her breasts looked as if they would escape her blouse once more::
Richard Fasacist: ::Richard slammed open the door, looking for that fool of a...or...his fat cheeks went red as he smiled with delight. He could live without that stupid barkeep for a bit. ::
Lizzie Dormay: :: Hearing the door slam she jumped and dropped the poker, half in the fire sending a few small embers onto the floor but not enough to be serious. Blue eyes shot up and landed on Richard.:: Oh.. How can I help you ? :: She asked softly as she bent to get the poker and then put it back in place using the hearth broom to clean up the little mess::
Richard Fasacist: ::He straightened his coller and bit his lip. He was a royal tax gatherer. He could make it through this!:: Um...excuse me ma'am. I'm looking for, um..erm...Cid.
Lizzie Dormay: Oh... :: she blushed a little and then made her way behind the bar. Her hips swayed nicely from the high heels of her boots.:: He stepped out for a little bit.
Richard Fasacist: Oh, um, perhaps I could get a drink while I wait. ::Makes his way to the bar, struggling to keep his eyes away from her. ::
Lizzie Dormay: :: Smiling brightly with her reddened lips.:: What would you like ?
Richard Fasacist: Erm, uh...ale.
Lizzie Dormay: :: Getting a mug she went to the tap, pulling back on the handle as she slowly and carefully made sure not to get too much head. She had been doing this since she was... well too young to be in a bar. Setting it before him:: What did you need dear Cid for ? ::Rubbing her hands on her skirt a little ::
Richard Fasacist: ::Smiles sheepishly, taking the mug:: Just to have a few words with him, 'bout business....
Lizzie Dormay: Really, you know I don't think I have met you before and I grew up here. :: She wasn't about to say in the orphanage which he probably shut down. :: I am Lizzie Dormay.
Richard Fasacist: Ahh. I'm Richard. I'm here on...um...royal order.
Lizzie Dormay: Richard... now it is not polite for me to call you that. I barely know you. :: Leaning on the bar again, but not as much. :: So you work for the King ? :: she licked her upper lip slowly::
Richard Fasacist: ::Nods, having trouble speaking clearly for some...odd reason:: Aye.
Lizzie Dormay: How is your ale ? :: she grinned and laughed softly. She could tell what was wrong::
Richard Fasacist: ::Spews out the words rather quickly:: Very fine thank you! ::Tilts his head, wondering to himself was was so funny. You see, the poor inexperienced man had never really known a lady (besides his mother) very well and had thus gotten it in his head (through classic stories and the such) that all beautiful ladies were completely pure. Thus, it was absolutely ridiculous to even think she could understand the difficulties he was having::
Lizzie Dormay: :: Bitting her lip a little she moved from around the bar to a stool and then instead of sitting on the stool she hopped up to sit on the bar. Her ankles showing a bit as her skirt rode up a touch and her boots just didn't go that far up.:: Tell me what do you do for the King?
Richard Fasacist: I um, ::Wipes his mouth with his arm. He didn't think he was drooling, but he couldn't prove it to himself:: secure his financial assets.
Lizzie Dormay: What does that mean ? :: she asked in a rather, I am not too bright girl way. Her fingers made a circle on the bar top slowly::
Richard Fasacist: Heh. ::There was no clear way out of this one. He hoped this one would come out okay:: I look over the taxation process. To make sure everything rolls through cleanly. So nobody's cheated.
Lizzie Dormay: heOooohhh.... :: That made her laugh softly nervously because she had never paid taxes ever and was probably still " owned" by the kingdom for being raised by the orphanage. Looking behind the bar her legs locked tight together under her skirt suddenly::
Lizzie Dormay: ::Standing behind the bar she was slowly, carefully polishing the bar top. A smile on her lips, breasts just about falling out of her tight stay and white blouse. Humming softly to herself as the black curls slipped over her shoulders::
Richard Fasacist: Hmm, hmm hmm...::Humming as he walked down the lane, heading to the inn. Stupid barkeep! He couldn't believe the words they had! Now that collection day was coming up, Richard was ready to have some of his own words with Cid::
Lizzie Dormay: ::She sighed softly, looking over to the fire. As she moved from behing the bar to the hearth, taking the poker as she stoked the fure. Bent over, her skirt pressing nicely to her ass, facing the door so her breasts looked as if they would escape her blouse once more::
Richard Fasacist: ::Richard slammed open the door, looking for that fool of a...or...his fat cheeks went red as he smiled with delight. He could live without that stupid barkeep for a bit. ::
Lizzie Dormay: :: Hearing the door slam she jumped and dropped the poker, half in the fire sending a few small embers onto the floor but not enough to be serious. Blue eyes shot up and landed on Richard.:: Oh.. How can I help you ? :: She asked softly as she bent to get the poker and then put it back in place using the hearth broom to clean up the little mess::
Richard Fasacist: ::He straightened his coller and bit his lip. He was a royal tax gatherer. He could make it through this!:: Um...excuse me ma'am. I'm looking for, um..erm...Cid.
Lizzie Dormay: Oh... :: she blushed a little and then made her way behind the bar. Her hips swayed nicely from the high heels of her boots.:: He stepped out for a little bit.
Richard Fasacist: Oh, um, perhaps I could get a drink while I wait. ::Makes his way to the bar, struggling to keep his eyes away from her. ::
Lizzie Dormay: :: Smiling brightly with her reddened lips.:: What would you like ?
Richard Fasacist: Erm, uh...ale.
Lizzie Dormay: :: Getting a mug she went to the tap, pulling back on the handle as she slowly and carefully made sure not to get too much head. She had been doing this since she was... well too young to be in a bar. Setting it before him:: What did you need dear Cid for ? ::Rubbing her hands on her skirt a little ::
Richard Fasacist: ::Smiles sheepishly, taking the mug:: Just to have a few words with him, 'bout business....
Lizzie Dormay: Really, you know I don't think I have met you before and I grew up here. :: She wasn't about to say in the orphanage which he probably shut down. :: I am Lizzie Dormay.
Richard Fasacist: Ahh. I'm Richard. I'm here on...um...royal order.
Lizzie Dormay: Richard... now it is not polite for me to call you that. I barely know you. :: Leaning on the bar again, but not as much. :: So you work for the King ? :: she licked her upper lip slowly::
Richard Fasacist: ::Nods, having trouble speaking clearly for some...odd reason:: Aye.
Lizzie Dormay: How is your ale ? :: she grinned and laughed softly. She could tell what was wrong::
Richard Fasacist: ::Spews out the words rather quickly:: Very fine thank you! ::Tilts his head, wondering to himself was was so funny. You see, the poor inexperienced man had never really known a lady (besides his mother) very well and had thus gotten it in his head (through classic stories and the such) that all beautiful ladies were completely pure. Thus, it was absolutely ridiculous to even think she could understand the difficulties he was having::
Lizzie Dormay: :: Bitting her lip a little she moved from around the bar to a stool and then instead of sitting on the stool she hopped up to sit on the bar. Her ankles showing a bit as her skirt rode up a touch and her boots just didn't go that far up.:: Tell me what do you do for the King?
Richard Fasacist: I um, ::Wipes his mouth with his arm. He didn't think he was drooling, but he couldn't prove it to himself:: secure his financial assets.
Lizzie Dormay: What does that mean ? :: she asked in a rather, I am not too bright girl way. Her fingers made a circle on the bar top slowly::
Richard Fasacist: Heh. ::There was no clear way out of this one. He hoped this one would come out okay:: I look over the taxation process. To make sure everything rolls through cleanly. So nobody's cheated.
Lizzie Dormay: heOooohhh.... :: That made her laugh softly nervously because she had never paid taxes ever and was probably still " owned" by the kingdom for being raised by the orphanage. Looking behind the bar her legs locked tight together under her skirt suddenly::
