@Puolikuu ------------
Rhiannon sat at the tavern with her feet crossed atop the wooden table in the corner. Her chair was leaned on the two back legs, creaking every time it made a single movement. She glared around the room, observing the loud and rowdy behavior of her crew as they succumbed to their drunken stupors.
She preferred to keep her wits about her. Then again...
RK threw back the two shots she had in front of her: that made a total of five shots. She slammed the chair down, standing up. Her crew immediately gave their attention, though not stopping the chaos. Walking over to the bar counter, RK squeezed her eyes shut. A strange drunk whistled in a lengthy and slightly off-tune manner, slapping her ass much harder than he should've.
Whipping around, she landed a firm right hook to the man's face. His buddies got up and went to fight, so RK's crew snapped into action. They took the pig's friends down easily. She punched the drunk a few more times, his inebriation dulling the pain. She kicked him in the jaw, grabbing her dagger from her boot. "Try to touch another woman," she spat, slamming the dagger through the top of the man's hand and into the table.
He cried out in pain, and she yanked her dagger back, wiping his blood on his shirt.
"Clean yourself up. You're a mess." Clapping her hands together, RK looked at her crew. "Alright, ya bloody bastards! Back to the ship! We set sail tomorrow, and I don't need any of ya fuckin up the schedule!"
"Aye, Captain," they all said in slurred mumbles. The lot walked out of the tavern, and RK pulled the collar of one who was passed out. He tripped and followed the other crew members.
RK was the last to leave, standing outside of the tavern to have a short smoke. She dropped it on the ground, snuffing it out with her boot. Just as she was about to start for her ship, her green eyes locked onto someone.