[ OPEN ] One time love, take care how you use it

[ombranera]

WHO: Zevran Arainai, Isabela, their audience
WHAT: Zevran and Company heat up a cold night with some steamy songs from up North.
WHEN: Current
WHERE: Tavern
NOTES: Bawdy songs, salacious dancing, coin being tossed- adult language and content.

It was cold, they were bored and a little tipsy, and Zevran had run through as many stories of the fifth blight that he could stand for the night, Isabela had run through as many suckers as she could get in her game of cards as would be lured in by her laugh and her bosom. Comfortably buzzed and not wishing to become maudlin Zevran began to pick out the notes to a rather saucy Antivan song- one he recited recently for Alistair. By the time he'd gone through the first verse with just the Lute Isabela was chortling. "You wouldn't actually-"

"Oh, mia Bella, I would. I truly would." Never one to step down from such a challenge, his plucking went from idle to strong with purpose, which only had Isabela throwing her head back and cackling.

Giggling, in her own way, warm and rich and turning a few heads. The atmosphere wasn't dire or dour but it could use a little spice. A little heat. Whether it was the sudden sharp strum that brought him back to the beginning or Isabela elbowing him in the ribs to actually start singing that got more heads, he couldn't say. by the time he hit the refrain and had nudged her enough to get her standing on the table, writhing along with the music? They certainly had the attention of most if not all of the tavern. When he hit the second call and response- half the women in attendance replied, egged on by Isabela on the table still- leaping onto another in time with the music.

As he had quite a few such pieces in his repertoire, they had all night to fill with song and dance and bawdy intent.

[ ooc: tag around and have a party, everyone's game! ]

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[judgemewhole]

Norrington pauses, before one corner of his mouth lifted up. "I'll have you know that a Templar's training does also have a lengthy course in resisting temptation. No matter how alluring."

[ombranera]

"And I am terribly alluring, am I not?" He plucks a sultry tune, tipping his cheek against Norrington's shoulder. "I have been accused to being a desire demon made flesh on more than one occasion."

[judgemewhole]

"You are, and confident to boot. A dangerous combination all in itself." Now that statement? Made Norrington laugh again. "Should you really be telling a Knight Commander of the Templars you might possibly be a demon? Seems awfully bold of you, ser."

[ombranera]

"Perhaps I am trying to tempt you into a more thorough examination of my person to ensure that I am not, in fact, a demon." His grin is wide and wicked. "For then it is a question of duty, yes?"

[judgemewhole]

"One does not assess if one is a demon by inspecting someone's body." Norrington's smirk grew in turn, "If a demon is possessing someone, it is clear through their eyes. Open your eyes wide, ser."

[ombranera]

"Look as deeply as you like, Ser." Zevran peers at Norrington through his lashes for a moment before tipping his head back enough for the Knight Commander to see the full, burnished copper of his eyes in their entirety. In the light of the tavern they were more golden than anything else.

[judgemewhole]

"Oh, I will be glad to ... " Norrington murmured, catching the flecks of gold, mixed in with amber. Copper, yes, that was the color. They searched green ones and James knew that whoever this man was, he knew that Norrington was attracted to him.

Why did he keep playing this game with himself? A mental sigh, as he leaned back. "I see a man who is an excellent flirt, but no demon."

[ombranera]

Norrington leans back and Zevran? Leans forward, brushing their lips together a third time. Just a taste, just a tease before he pulled away to give Norrington his breathing room. "Should you ever desire a more thorough discourse on the finer points of the chant- you know where to find me."

[judgemewhole]

Well, this man truly does have a way about him. Norrington's lips tingled for a moment, and he narrowed his gaze thoughtfully, "That I do ... but first. May I have your name?"

[ombranera]

"Zevran Arainai. And yours, Ser?" The 'ser' was less a soft sign of respect and more a low, lilting endearment.

[judgemewhole]

One hand to his chest, and a very deep bow, "James Norrington, Knight Commander. A ... great pleasure, Zevran." Which he allowed his tongue to linger over. Just so.

[ombranera]

"The pleasure is all mine." He takes that hand and pulls it from Norrington's chest, pressing a kiss to the inside of his wrist. "Another time, perhaps?"

[judgemewhole]

"So we might continue the pleasure of our mutual accquaintence?" Norrington paused, feeling the heat of Zevran's lips on his wrist, "Well, Master Zevran ... this fortress is not that large, is it? I am sure we shall see each other again."

[ombranera]

"Of that I am certain." One last kiss to the palm of Norrington's hand- and he's sweeping back out into the crowd.