treat yo' self
Finn
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#1
how do you wanna face it? when the end is so close you can taste it
The lavender and cherries were easy to come by: a quick pit stop to Ray’s durin’ a lull in the storm, then on her way to the Halenani, jauntin’ merrily through the puddle-pocked streets with an unusual spring in her step. Already the next bubble of dark clouds looms on the horizon, but she doesn’t spare it much of a glance.

Jack might have been her regular go-to for this kind of thing, but with the Captain at sea for Monsoon season, she’ll have to get her assignment done elsewhere. So Raza’s decided it’s a treat yo' self kind of day... night... event. It’s about damn time she settled the tab they’ve got running (maybe even wipe it all out in one go, who knows) and the proprietress is ready for some fun.

The state of the outside gives her a little pause as she walks in, only hesitating because she’s seen enough Monsoon damage to know when a building needs some help. Will it stop her from getting laid? Probably not.

But man, wouldn’t it be the way to go? Fucking till the building falls down around them.
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#2
when you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives
Having never experienced a monsoon, or a building that is likely to be ravaged by one, Finn is unaware of what the future days might bring for him. As things are going so far, he imagines it will only bring more of the same. He stands, wrapped in loose fabrics that barely cling to his shoulders, collecting a glass of something poured over ice at the bar. It doesn't matter what it is - it's to wash down whatever he's just put under his tongue.

Easy to work while inebriated - easier still when one can feign extroversion. Knocking back the drink, he replaces it on the bar and collects, instead, a rich glass of red wine. Then, returning to the lounge area of the Halenani and ignoring the way the world howls and rushes at them from outside, Finn settles himself across a couch to watch the doors. It's his usual haunt, and it's becoming more comfortable than he cares to admit. All habits do, in the end.
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Raza Ekambe
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#3
how do you wanna face it? when the end is so close you can taste it
A beautiful someone comes to take her cloak and Raza lets it slip easily from around her shoulders, revealing that aside from her shoes (which she also quickly removes), she’s already appropriately dressed for the occasion. A black, translucent dress (or maybe just a longer shirt) covers her body, letting the light create the lines around her lean, toned torso and illuminate the darker circles of her nipples, the well-groomed center of her thighs.

To the bar Raza goes, ordering wine, something she doesn’t usually have at the Hanged Man - at least not this stuff. This stuff makes her think of opulence, of sweet, heavy velvet curtains, of being fed berries and then diving between another woman’s legs for dessert.

This stuff goes straight to her head. And as she sips at it, leaning against the bar and openly ogling the employees of the Halenani, her gaze drifts to another wine drinker - tall and muscular and the faintest hint of a shadow. Look, Raza likes her men handsome and her women cute, so she slowly saunters over and eye him up and down.

“What’s your name?”
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#4
when you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives
With pupils already blown, Finn's eyes merely look darker than usual in the dim light of the Halenani, and he brings the wine to his lips to savour it. It leaves them a rich shade of plum, when he lowers the glass, and given that the rest of what he wears is as pale and opulent as the brothel around him, it makes them stand out against skin that is only lightly tanned. The sound of a nearby voice cuts through the music and the chit-chat, and Finn raises his gaze to a woman standing over him where he lounges.

"Thomas," he says easily, shifting a leg so she might take a seat between his thighs. "What's yours?" It's true that Finn only ever services men - or at least that was true when he'd been working at Mother Molly's - but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to treat others.
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how do you wanna face it? when the end is so close you can taste it
“Raza,” the darker woman replies, something vaguely predatory rising in her as ‘Thomas’ looks up and opens his thighs. Maybe it’s the atmosphere, the wine, the tone of his voice, or simply being in a topping position that makes her grin a little lopsidedly. A smirk, really, without any sort of ill intentions behind it.

His opening gives her the invitation she needs and the proprietress advances with the wine glass crooked between two fingers, palm cupped below it as if she were some high brow lady used to this kind of thing. Raza stops when his inner thighs brush up against her legs and then she leans over and reaches gently for his chin, tilting it up and towards her.

“How’s your cock?” she asks with a callous brazenness. If she’s going to settle this debt, she's going to get what she wants.
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"A pleasure," Finn says. Or at least it will be, sooner or later. "You run the Hanged Man, don't you?" She leans over, both pressing herself against him and not, and he allows her to manipulate him around as she pleases. His chin tilts up, gaze locking on her own, and her question has him raising his eyebrows. There's a lopsided smile on his lips as well by now, though he can't for the life of him say what answer she's expecting from him.

"Still there, since the last time I checked," he says, clear amusement written in his expression. If he had been more brazen, more not Finn on the inside, he might have fired a question back at her. Something like how's yours or whatever else pops into his head. Alas, he isn't. "Does that work for you?"
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#7
how do you wanna face it? when the end is so close you can taste it
Own it,” Raza corrects with a brief flicker of annoyance in the corner of her mouth. The patriarchal nonsense of other worlds doesn’t exist in Caido, but the idea that she might run it instead of own it nevertheless sours something a little.

It can probably be reversed. Probably.

A woman comes up with the bowl of cherries she’s brought and Raza offers her one before indicating it’s to be placed at Thomas’s side. For later. For now - she is faintly more amused by his retort - but as we established earlier, she wants what she wants and maybe that’s to be a bit of a size queen right now.

Casually reaching down to pull aside his silken getup, the Torcher eyes his cock. “Depends. You a grower or a shower?” Which is not to say that she thinks one thing or the other is the correct answer right now, only that she’s curious about what it will be.
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"Oh - my apologies. Do you not run it, then...?" It slips out before Finn has a chance to inhale it back. One can change one's face apparently, but not one's literal thinking. His mild confusion and the distraction of the woman with the cherries means he's powerless to stop the grabbing hands exposing him to the rest of the lounge, and blue eyes widen a fraction in an expression that's unmistakeably uncomfortable.

"I--" he begins, and regrettably whatever his answer is about to be is cut off by a sudden crack of splintering wood, and a howl of a gale that rips through the Halenani. Finn sits up, suddenly all attention and no flirting, hastily covering himself as he rises to his feet. Clients and workers alike have stopped in their tracks, and there's a distinct air of panic. "What was that?"
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#9
how do you wanna face it? when the end is so close you can taste it
It’s a damn shame that the world will never know the potential glory of Thomas’s cock, because Raza, too, is completely taken out of the mood by the echoing crack of splintering wood (no pun intended). She and the rest of the Halenani (or, well, most of them, probably) have been through enough monsoons to know the warnings. Her face falls and then hardens, cherries and sex all but forgotten.

“Fuckin' hell, really?,” she says almost snarls, covering him back up.

Whatever isn’t tacked down or fairly solid begins to fly about in the gale - clothing is whipped about, curtains and gauzey things thrashing like ghouls in the wind. She puts up an arm to block her face and then turns to put her back to the worst of it, looking for someplace sturdy. Except she doesn’t know the Halenani that well.

“We’ve got to go,” Raza yells down at him - though she gives no indication to knowing where they should god.
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Really, apparently. Raising an arm to protect himself against the worst of the sudden gale and the way the rest of the room's contents decide to fling themselves about, Finn winces and clambers to his feet. Already a lot of the more seasoned workers (read: they've been around for a couple monsoon seasons now) are headed towards the basement, where the orgies tend to take place, but there's far from sex on the brain at this point.

"Come on - we'll go low. There are exits down there, if things get bad." He starts to battle across the main lounge towards the steps, following in the wake of a few more workers and their clients. Ultimately they will lose the Halenani roof at the very least, but they'll escape with their lives. Sometimes that's all you can hope for.

~FIN
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