The Rose and Crown Tavern

[H'venlee]

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OOC-
Location: The Rose and Crown Tavern in renaissance England. The tavern is a small building just a little ways off of the docks, most frequently visited by pirates and privateers. The building has a tavern downstairs with a few small rooms for rent on the upper level. The owner is Brian McDougal, a retired privateer who runs a tight and clean tavern. No fighting, no spitting and no handling of his workers!

Jenny Fraser- 20 years old, 5'3", long blonde hair, green eyes.
A tavern wench at the Rose and Crown. She has been working there for 4 years. She lost her parents to the pox after the move from Scotland and had to find work to live. Brian took her in and has given her a place to stay as long as she does an honest day's work.

IC-
It had been a long day. Twenty new ships had pulled into the docks today, all filled with sailors who were willing to spend the money that they had earned on a fresh warm meal and a few tankards of ale. Each man had a story to tell and I listened with a smile on my face. Brian watches me carefully as I move about the crowded tavern. I can feel his eyes on me. It is a comforting feeling, even though it never does stop the slaps and the pinches to my backside. I breathe deeply, my breasts swelling against the tight bindings of my bodice. I receive a long slow whistle from a few of the men in the tavern. I flash a quick smile and turn to head back to the bar.

"How are ye doing lass?" Brian asks.

"Och...a wee bit tired Brian, but the coin makes it all worth the pain." I rub my sore backside as I smile.

Brian chuckles, giving me a wide grin, which was missing one of the front teeth. He is a sweet man, very watchful and protective of me, almost like a father. He reaches over to swat me gently on my rear and says, "Well lass, then it is nay so bad. Now get back to work!" He smiles.

I grab the full tankards off the bar and bring them over to a group of sailors at a table in the corner. It is getting late and soon I will be able to clean up and fall into bed for a good nights rest. Mable usually takes the late night shift, being older, the drunken sailors bother her less than me.

I yawn and stretch, lifting my hands high above my head as I do. I feel a large hand slide over the top of my breasts as I do so.

"Hands off me wenches!" I hear Brian yell across the din of the tavern.

The hand quickly moves away, and I have to giggle. The always watchful Brian.

 

[kkceohcs]

A new beginning...

OOC: I am Peppe Lejuan III, only living son and heir to the King of France...having had my eldest brothers killed in the fiercest battles to protect our land, the King has order that I a mere 18 years old serve as a steward on his latest shipment to the land of strange language...England. Not wanting to have me kidnapped or killed, no one is to know of my status in the French royalty...


IC: Having sailed on this crusty old ship for two long months we arrived in port on ye English countryside..."Anchoring and unloading will take three days m'lad" the Captain says barking to the crew, "get this.. get that." the sun was setting and finally we were finished for day One. The Captain paid the hands a mere advance as they flew off screaming for the women and pubs...
"You may go now lad." He scoffs indicating his dismay to disembark and enjoy the scenery...Aye, even he was not aware of me own heritage...

Having a pittance in my pocket, I make my way down the cobblestone street towards a quaint little pub......Oh the sights and sounds...having never left French soil before, I was mesmerized by the houses and pubs lining the street...An old woman stood in her doorway tossing out the dishwater right in front of me...snarling as she retreated behind the door....startled and splashed from the angry woman, I make my way to the pub...lively bye the sounds. A hand stumbling out with women under each arm for support.. "Aye, this is the place to be laddy" he laughs stumblin into tha night...

Walking in then, there is just a mass of people in their own new worlds....spinning tales to each other, thy were. Some sit with a woman on their lap placing their faces between her breasts, Smilin as it were.

Catching a glimpse of a frazzled looking young woman...hair pulled back with a red ribbon..but wisps be fallin around her face...a buxom beauty at that she was. Her clothes looked borrowed hanging on her a size to big. except for her breasts...so full and firm..jus a wee bit pokin out the top of her blouse...held up by the grace of God and the leather bindings of the bodice fer all to love.

The glow from the fireplace warms her cheeks...an innocent smile escapes as she swats at the deck hands advance.

Catching her attention as he quietly moves to an empty table. She approaches as he sits down their eyes locking in a brief but feiry gaze...."Hello to you m'lady, I was wishing to have some of that wonderful soup and a tankard of ale....if you please" I says.

Gazing as she sashays away he senses something he hasnt felt in the weeks at sea...lust. Oh sure, he had his share of attention of the ladies in waiting for her highness the Queen. Aye, once when he was jus a lad, he even felt the breast of the nanny who taught him the King's English...Slapped him shi did...feeling thy face as he was remembrn. "Aye, but she was a lively one!"says to himself.....

Returning with his ale she faces him and his hand grazes her breast as he grabs for thy tankard. He slowly moves the hand to grasp the ale...."Me apolozies m'lady." he says in youthful embarrassment.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he gulps it down. The ale makes quick work of his mind as he awaits thy soup..His need for a woman grows as she makes her way to his table. Placing the bowl on the table next to him, his hand makes its way up her leg.. grasping a handful of her cheek....they look at each other devouring thy facial features. Feeling as if someone was staring, they break their gaze to see thy owner shooting knives from his eyes.....a grimace on his face. she starts to speak about finishing work but he stops her "Ill wait". Watching as she sways to and fro finishing thy days chores, he feels his blood rushing within his body...swiftly gulping another tankard of ale.

 

[H'venlee]

Jenny

IC:A sailor decides he needs to pinch at me and I start by swatting away his hands. "Good sir, I am nay that kind of lass!" I smile as I sway my hips, bumping against him before trying to get away.

Just then, I see a younger man walk in alone. He carries himself different than all the other sailors, though he is dressed much the same as them. He has confidence and an older look about him.

His eyes scan over the people till they lock with mine. I feel uneasy, like I am under scrutiny by him. I walk up to him as he sits at an empty table.

"Hello to you m'lady, I was wishing to have some of that wonderful soup and a tankard of ale....if you please." His voice has an air of authority about it.

A shiver runs across my body. His voice is like the finest silk, smooth and soft. I feel a blush rise to my cheeks. " Aye, I shall be right back with that sir."

I turn to walk to the bar, feeling his eyes on me as I walk. A new heat rises within me, a small bit of lust. I try to push it down, nowing that no good can come of such feelings.

I grab a tankard of ale off the bar. Brian places a hand over mine and whispers, "Be careful Jenny. I dinna like the looks of that one."

I nod, not really hearing Brian. My eyes are still gazing upon him, this strange traveller.

Moving swiftly through the crowd back to where he sits, I try to place the tankard down for him. He reaches up at the same time to take it from me. His hand brushes softly against my breast, and I take a quick breath at the sensation, my lips forming a slight O.

"My apologies m'lady," he says with a sweet smile that could charm even old Mable.

I feel my knees grow week, and I mumble a bit. "T'was my fault good sir. I beg your forgiveness." My head bows slightly, feeling the need for him to say it is ok.

"Then we are both at fault m'lady, and that does then dissolve all error." He grins with a little chuckle, and my heart leaps in my chest.

"I shall return shortly with your meal good sir." I then hurry off to fetch his soup.

Setting the bowl carefully onto the table in front of him, I smile a bit. "Here ye are good sir. Be ye needin anything else?"

"Oh yes." His eyes stay locked with mine as I feel my skirt being lifted and a warm hand run up the back of my leg to settle softly on my backside. His fingers tighten a bit to give me a squeeze. My heart beats faster as I watch his eyes burn with passion and need. I feel the fluttering in my belly and the shortening of my breaths. His eyes search my face as a small smile plays upon my lips.

His eyes shift and his hand suddenly withdraws. It is then I feel the gaze of Brian upon me. My head turns slowly and I see Brian, a mean scowl upon his face.

"I do be needin to finish me work, but my time is almost o'er for tonight, and..." I stammer.

"I'll wait." It was more like a command of sorts, and I nod slightly as I turn to walk back to the bar.

Brian's gaze upon me burrows through me. " I told ye lass, I dinna trust the likes of him." He shakes a finger at me in a scolding manner.

"Brain, I think I ken an honest man from a scoundral. Dinna think I am daft. I ken your worries, but I ken him in my heart." I reached for another tankard, and a damp rag for the bar.

Brian's hand lays atop of mine. "Oh, I know lass. And I do ask for your forgiveness. But ye know I worry."

"Brian, I've a daggar in me boot and a blade in me bodice. I could cut the man from tip to tail. Ye taught me how." I smile.

Brian smiles back and removes his hand. "Aye lass, that I did." Then I feel a swat to my backside again. "Now go clean up a bit and then ye may go."

I drop the tankard off before him and quickly start to clean off the empty tables, picking up the few coins and empty tankards strewn about. My eyes keep straying to him as I see him drinking his ale. My heart leaps and I do try to hurry.

Mable makes her way down the steps from the rooms above. She looks haggard and too old for her age, but she gives me a smile. "Get out of here lass. Go find your bed!"

I return the smile and empty my hands of the tankards and rag. Untying my old apron, I walk slowly back to where the stranger sits. I slide onto the bench across from him. "I thank thee for waiting. I am Jenny Fraser." I hold out my hand to him.

He lightly takes my hand and turns it, placing his lips softly on the backside, lingering there in a warm tingling kiss.

 

[MrChips]

The Door Squeeks Open

A Man walks in and you get the feeling he has seen everything in the room without moving his head. A large floppy hat covers most of his face, clothing, old but in good shape, surprisingly clean for around here, boots made of soft leather,finally a long cloak hangs heavily over his frame.

The strangers walk is confident as he heads to a rear table, seeming to just miss the people he walks by, cloak moving to reveal a plane but well used rapier at his side and a long knife in his boot.

Tossing his hat on a rear table already occupied revealing a face that seems cold and distant, he stands there until the patrons nervously get up and hurriedly shuffle off to a new table far from him.

Seated now, back to the wall and facing into the room, he tosses 2 pieces of Eight onto the table.

 

[MrChips]

Time has passed

Finally the bar is full, the Bar Wench busy as hell serving drinks and slapping hands.

The silent man quickly stands, his chair loudly grating on the floor then the sound of Gold Coins hitting the table stills the room.

"I am looking for a man who took something from me that I want back. You will know him by the deep cut on his right arm from his elbow to his wrist. For this Man I will pay 10 Spanish Gold Doubloons." his eyes slowly scanning the room.

There, he thought, him the one trying not to look. He scoops the coins back up from the table, letting the rabble around him see what they were, and then sitting back down watching his prey from the corner of his eye.

As quick as it got quiet, it is once again rowdy. Loud voices calling for Grog and Ale. The women plying their trade to sailors too long at sea. The man he watch got up, a nervous look about his as he quickly made for the door.

This time the chair went back without a sound and quickly he moved to the door, leaving behind the 2 pieces of eight. A small pause before he too left the doors.

Two of the men who were chased from the table earlier exchanged smiles and a nod. They too got up and moved to the door, hands upon their long knives, and a look of greed in their eyes.

 

[kkceohcs]

Re: Jenny

OOC: Sorry for the wait...I really want to get it right...

IC:Watching as she goes abut her chores, she has a graceful gate. Swatting at the drunkards as she passes.

Eating me soup slowly so as to finish as she gets off for the night...Ay c'nt help watching er every move....She shyly trys to look my way a tyme or two, then she removes her apron and makes her way to me table....

Holding out her hand introducing herself as Jenny Fraser...I cant help my manners but to kiss er hand.. she blushes .......how sweet.

Aye, m'lass, I am known as Peppe...ummm Please to forgiv ma Englays...Ay have travld frm France on the M'lady Hvnlee fer months now...Would ye care to join me in an ale or sherry?
Aye twould help to ward off ye chilly night air.... I wave to the barkeep to bring me another ale and the lady a wee bit of the sherry...

Seeing the smile grow, I know Ay could becomst very comfortable with a lass like this....Me mother warned against falling in love..or spreading me oats wherest thy dont belong....

Gazing into her eyes. I could see hope and a fire raging from deep within er....She was soo full of life.....

Havin nary been off the ship til tnight, Ay ask er ifn the countryside is beautiful....seeing her brush the wisps of fallen hair back from er face....Aye and hair the color of golden wheat....she is...her face gleems like an angel...pulling thy bodice of thine dress smooth. Her bussoms showing more....as I gaze at them....the nipples begin to show......Er face becomes more flushed....

she stammers something about leaving....Drinks er sherry in a single gulp and leaves me sitting there lost in a sea of lovliness....

 

[H'venlee]

Jenny

I sit across from him, listening as his speech surrounds me in a cloud. Although it is hard to understand his words at times, his accent floats around and I hear the gentle refinement that lets me know he is more than just a sailor.

Sipping the sherry, my mind becomes more fuzzy and I smile at him, unable to stop myself. He chats on, holding one of my hands in his larger one. I feel so safe there with him, though I have only just made his aquaintence. I feel a fire start to grow in me. I do want this man, my heart, my mind and my soul all agree. Tis a shame twould be just for a night.

"Why don't we leave from down below here, and retire to a more quiet room." I quickly finish my drink, rise and start to walk toward the staircase.

I nay feel him behind me, so I turn. His eyes stare at me, a small smile playing across his lips. I smile back at him and crook a finger, beckoning him to come with me.

He unfolds himself from the table and walks up to me, stopping inches from where I stand at the banister. His hand reaches up to rest softly against my cheek. My breath catches in my throat. His head bends down to press his lips gently against mine. The noise in the room quiets in my ears to a soft din as I feel the heat in his kiss. My hands reach up, sliding up his chest, to his shoulders, where I try to steady myself as I feel my knees getting weak.

His lips slowly part from mine, and I inhale a deep breath. I hear whistles coming from the crowd behind us. I look at him and feel a blush creep across my cheeks. He smiles gently at me, then takes my hand and helps me up the stairs.

Reaching the top, I turn towards my room. I had never taken a man up there before, and my knees did knock with nervousness and anticipation. I feel his hand resting on the back of my bodice, rubbing slowly up and down as we walk. My door is before me, and I fumble for the key that hangs at my belt, my hands shaking as I opened the lock and turn the knob.

My room us nothing fit for a man such as him, and I am ashamed at the smalll dingy space. A bed sits in the corner, a down comforter turned down to show a set of fresh sheets. A small vanity is on the wall across from the end of the bed, my brush and comb laying out neatly in front of the slightly cracked mirror. A tall chest of drawers takes up a good part of the rest of the room, making is seem cramped to me as I look around.

I turn to him. "I am verra sorry for the small quarters, but tis all I have to share M'lord."

 

[H'venlee]

Jenny

I look over my shoulder at him. He looks so handsome, yet a bit puzzled. Have I done something wrong? Is it something I said? Has he misunderstood me?

I feel my heart sink and I mutter an apology,my words tumbling over each other as they rush over my lips, "I am verra sorry sir....I just though...well....."

I stand frozen, just waiting, and hoping.