He could easily pick out her tatics and new that she was only trying to confuse him. Her cocky mouth would say one ting but her preciouse body would do something totally opposit. When she moved forward, batting her eyelashes, he only smiled and took a step back. He wouldn't be fooled with. "Because your as beautiful as a rose, and I figured I would pick you from the garden..." His face was with total sincerity. He wasn't just trying to pick her up, he really really meant what he said. She seemed like a really cool girl that he would love to be with. He looked at his gold watch upon his wrist, seeing that it was almost two. He would have to be leaving soon for that voyage. He shrugged his shoulders once more, seeing that she wasn't interested. He turned around and sat back down on his bar stool. Pitiful. Was he really going to give up that easily? Just let this beautiful maiden go? Well.. if she really didn't want him then he would have to, but he really, at least, wanted to talk with her. I mean he had been here for about three hours with no one to talk to but the fricken bartender! That was definietly a dull conversation. But this woman didn't seem dull, on the contrary she seemed full of life and witty. Maybe just one more try wouldn't hurt...Should he? I mean.. she loked like she wasn't just a mere human, but then again looks could be decieving.
He turned toward her, his red green eyes staring into hers." Well I can see your not the elegant kind with champaine and music and dancing.. how about another glass of ale?" he asked, motioning the bartender over for something more to drink. The bartender, still smiling from his extra pay, came over from the piano he had been playing and quickly set up two glasses, filling them to the brim with some ale. He hadned both to Uriah and Uriah stood up and gave the other to Rose. "Here, it's not even a if-you-buy-me-a-drink-I'll-come-home-with-you-drink, its just a drink. A friend to a friend.."He raised his glass in a somewhat kind of a toast and then drank half of it. He was starting to get a buzz of of it and figured he should stop. What was worse? Being drunk on a rolling ship that he could fall of and plung to the bottom of the sea, or having a hangover and not even getting up tomorrow, wasting the day away on that beautiful yaht. He finished up the glass and breathed a sigh, feeling the taste seep into his tongue and make it tingel. Yeah... he probably would never see this girl again.. and he had to admit, by digging into some of her thoughts, she was some kind of person. Maybe one that you didn't want to meet.
He turned and smiled at her, flashing his white pearly teeth. Oh what a two face he was. He couldn't believe he just done that! Oh well, by tomoorrow he would totally forget about it. It wouldn't even linger on his own mind. He closed his greenish red eyes and somewhat bowed his head to her. He then stood up, swayed a moment....damn.. maybe he did have to much to drink... and then started making his way out the door. When he reached the doorway he suddenly stopped and looked over towards the girl again. He somehow had this burning desire to just stay with her.. but in all in all she didn't want him to stay.. He frowned at this thought and turned around, once again smoothing down his over coat. He would have to get a new one.. it always seemed to be riding up on him and always wrinkiling, but it kept him pretty warm on chilly nights and somehow he just couldn't see himself part with it. He was just about to walk out the door when the piano, still dusty and full of grime, caught his eye. He eyed the ivorys for a moment and then smiled. Maybe just one go wouldn't hurt. He knew how to play beautiful songs for he had taken lessons for quite some time by his diseased mother.
He pulled back his sleeves as he quickly made his way over to the seat and sat down, pulling it out with a screeching of wood upon rough dirt floor. He heard the seat protest under the limit of his weight but paid no exact attention to it. He hit a couple keys, seeing that the piano was slighty out of tune but a piano all the same. He began to play, feeling his fingers grace themsevles over each white and black ivory. His song was deep and morbid, but he was never that kind of person who played hceery music. It wasn't like he was a depressed person, but this kind of music always suited him, made him feel more one on one with the piano. IT was an odd sort of experience that only, maybe, he understood. He pushed the petal now, feeling his foot push down and making the song sounded more melancholy and morbid. Feeling the notes rise into the air and glide upon the atmosphere of the room. He was becoming lost in his music. He had done that many times before....getting lost in his own world of morbid and despair. He continue playing, starting to slow down, slowly ending the song. He inhaled, some dust particles catching themselves in his nose. He suddenly stopped playing and then sneezzed.
WHAM!
The stool had broken under his weight and collapsed right from under him. He landed hard on his butt. Boy did that hurt! God Damnit! And he was just getting into it!
Ooc: My muse has reincarnated...LOL.. Your post better be long Nae nae! LOL