08-29-2016, 01:43 PM
Manix was getting up to leave, he had to meet and hammer out details of the raid, with Jaxen. Ori had said she was going with Jax, but Jax had ignored that. That was good he had enough strangers to keep track of.
Waving to the waitress, not his redhead, unfortunately he asked for his check.
It was then he saw the redhead he over tipped and gave his number too, she walked back stage, followed by the pretty boy bartender. He played back the meeting a few hours ago in his head and a half laugh, half snort left his lips......loud.
Embarrassed he thought: "price of admission", "no be offering that to the redhead Ori had warned" and "not a brothel"
. These things were unimportant at the time, but now they hit him hard.
His fathers voice echo'd in his head: Manix, boy, there is always a price of admission with any female. Make sure ye be willing to pay it, cause it could be money, pain, heart ache or love that it shall cost you.
He wasn't thinking of her as a hooker, he knew sea port wenches and she was not one of them.
Manix's face turned red as he thought about what he had done: Manannan Mac Lir, be with ye idiot child.
He wanted to run out but that would draw more attention, so he eased back into the seat and figured he had seen the last of the girl.
Pretty boy came back out: She prolly does have a man, well boy already, she no be needing me.
he finally smiled.
After a quarter of an hour he got up to leave, still wondering if he'd ever have the guts to return.
Waving to the waitress, not his redhead, unfortunately he asked for his check.
It was then he saw the redhead he over tipped and gave his number too, she walked back stage, followed by the pretty boy bartender. He played back the meeting a few hours ago in his head and a half laugh, half snort left his lips......loud.
Embarrassed he thought: "price of admission", "no be offering that to the redhead Ori had warned" and "not a brothel"
. These things were unimportant at the time, but now they hit him hard.
His fathers voice echo'd in his head: Manix, boy, there is always a price of admission with any female. Make sure ye be willing to pay it, cause it could be money, pain, heart ache or love that it shall cost you.
He wasn't thinking of her as a hooker, he knew sea port wenches and she was not one of them.
Manix's face turned red as he thought about what he had done: Manannan Mac Lir, be with ye idiot child.
He wanted to run out but that would draw more attention, so he eased back into the seat and figured he had seen the last of the girl.
Pretty boy came back out: She prolly does have a man, well boy already, she no be needing me.
he finally smiled.
After a quarter of an hour he got up to leave, still wondering if he'd ever have the guts to return.