SATURDAY NGHT'S ALRIGHT FOR FIGHTING || Constance

[Iain of Arroway .]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcdcdc; border: #780000 20px solid;] A warning to the people. The good and the evil “Remind me again why I let you talk me into this?” Iain asked that as he flickered his gaze over toward his blonde friend. For the past few months he had been turning down the invitation to come here. He had plenty else to think about aside from what was offered here as ‘entertainment’, and had too much respect for the weaker sex to come here. And yet, here he was, walking through the doors to the joint, trailing the group of Stormcloaks that he was stationed with. “Aww come on Iain, you should thank me. Guy’s gotta have some fun, you know? Besides, the guys would have started to wonder if you kept turning them down.” Groaning, Iain planted a palm on his forehead. “Oh hell.”, was all he said in response to that, which earned him a laugh from the man that Iain had considered a good friend for some time now. Also the son of a wealthy man, his Nord pal hailed from Winterhold. “Well I know you’re not into that, but you know the guys.” Yeah…yeah he did know them. Lewd. They were all lewd, and definitely not from any background where manners had been a priority, or any sort of respect for the fairer sex. “Yeah yeah, I know them.”, he muttered out, sparing his friend a glance. He looked all too cheerful about this. Rolling his eyes back, Iain pushed through the doors and entered the place he’d been avoiding for the last few months of their being stationed by Riften. He’d heard plenty though. Plenty that he didn’t care to hear of. But the only way you could get some of the guys to shut up was if you bashed them over the head with a heavy object of supplied enough mead for them to pass out. He’d done his fair share of both, but he couldn’t be knocking everyone out all the time, and he would be broke in a week if he continued to supply enough mead to get those Nordic boys drunk. The amount it took to do so was almost alarming. Then again…he found that he could drink more and more as the months went by. War did that to you, he supposed. Or ‘friendly’ drinking matches between them. Friendly usually meaning that by the end they were either laughing or had knocked a few teeth loose. Well anyway, he found himself seated at a stool next to his friend soon enough. “Classy place.” Iain’s eyes flickered back to his friend at his words, an eyebrow pulled up in questioning. He’d been to classy places. This wasn’t one. “Charming.”, he returned, before lifting his hand and ordering mead for the both of them. “This one’s on you, right Drake?” The snicker that game back wasn’t one that seemed to agree. “And just why would it be on me?” With a grin, Iain slid him a drink and shrugged. “Because you dragged me here? And you’re the one with rich parents.” “Tch, you’ve got just as rich of parents! But I suppose you have a point. Good looks before age you know.” Rolling his eyes once more, Iain thanked his friend for the mead and turned to survey the situation. The guys were…just being guys. Maybe he shouldn’t have looked out. Instead he turned back to his drink and ignored it. “I think I’ll just…you know, be here while the guys have their fun.”, he finally conceded. “They might still question things if you don’t find yourself a girl.” The tease got his friend slap upside the head. “Oh come off it.” “Ow! I’m just saying man!” “So why haven’t you gotten yourself a girl yet, eh? Got some issues you’d like to talk about?” instantly he got a slap back. “Ow.”, he exclaimed, rubbing the back of his head. This means War Words; 805 Outfit; Leather armor Tagged Constance Notes; XD Oh Iain... ELLE LIKE COOL of ESM

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[atrb=style, width: 145px;][atrb=valign,top] IAIN/ TAIYA FIVE ONE ZERO THESE TWO ARE GOING TO BE SO AMUSING OUTFIT IN THE PICTURE MINUS HAT

[atrb=style, width: 265px;][atrb=valign,top] it had become a routine, living the house. there wasn't much room for anything else. having been born and raised inside of the brothel, constance had never seen the outside world and she was sure that she never would. all she knew was within the house walls and it was sure to be the only thing she ever knew. unlike most cuious girls about the outside world, constance kept her mouth shut while with clients. she was sure that was the last thing that they wanted to do, especially with a woman at their disposle. all the men at the brothel wanted to do was get themselves off with a beautiful woman and then leave for the night. she had tried asking a man once, about what it was like, and he told her that he didn't pay to tell stories. needless to say he didn't want her services anymore and was directed to another woman. the sisters were not impressed with her. so, now she kept her mouth shut, her curiosity untouched since that day. looking in the mirror, one of the sisters had come upstairs, making an announcement that a few of the stormcloak guards had come in for some entertainment. it was now the girl's job to keep them entertained. constance looked herself over in the mirror; she was wearing a new outfit that one of the seamstresses in riften had made specifically for her. if there was one joy she got out of her job, it was that of getting new, amazing outfits to keep the men satisfied. walking down the stairs, she could see the house filled with stormcloak uniforms. having no say in the war, every man was free game to her; whether they sported the stromcloak or the imperial legion, all of them had coin in their pocket and all of them had needs. scouting the area, she could see many of the girls pairing up with men who looks hungry for more than just a bite ot eat. some of the men had eyes on her, but they weren't the ones that she usually took to bed with her. being a very expensive girl - if not the most expensive - she tried to be picky with her clients. a lot of men seeked her out specifically and if they showed enough coin, she would make their night one to never forget. it was then that one man caught her eye, well, two to be exact. they were both sitting at the bar and they had opposite looks on each other's faces; one enthusiastic to be here, while the other didn't. intrigued, she walked up to the man - or was he a boy? - that seemed as though he wished to be somewhere else, "for a house of pleasures, you don't seem very pleased." she stated, flashing him a soft smile. unlike most of the girls in the house, she didn't play coy. innocence was her game, "may i ask if there is something that isn't for you liking? i can easily fix that for you."

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[Iain of Arroway .]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #171818; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #171818 solid; border-bottom: 10px #171818 solid;] A warning to the people – the good and the evil.THIS MEANS WAR {WORDS } 832 {TAGGED } Constance! {WEARING} Armor! “I don’t have any problems Iain of Arroway.”, his friend muttered under his breath. Despite the sting of the slap, Iain found himself chuckling then. “Hey man, you brought that on completely by yourself. I had to call you on it.” The huff he got was enough to make him grin widely. “Yeah yeah, go ahead and have a laugh.”, he grumbled in good nature. With a slap to his friend’s back, Iain grinned widely and signaled to the bartender. “Next one’s on me.” Shifting back, he quirked an eyebrow at the man that he was sitting beside. “Better?” The grin was back on his friends features, which was good. “One hundred percent!” They lapsed into silence for a few minutes, each enjoying the mead that they had. “Talos willing, I’ve got myself a girl back home.”, he finally mentioned. Now that was right interesting news, though Iain just took a swig of his mead while he thought about that new bit of information. “Talos willing?”, he questioned. “Yeah.” Though he didn’t elaborate, Iain thought he could understand what the man was thinking, and just slapped him in the back. “What about you? Got yourself a girl?” Iain thought for just a second before he shook his head. “Had a few in the day, none that would be waiting for me.” His ‘girl’ was probably his own sister anyway. Iain thought the world of his younger sister, and she, aside from his mother, was the only female waiting to throw herself in his arms when he stepped back in Solitude. Or…wherever they were, since they were apparently searching the globe for a husband. At the thought, Iain then lapsed into silence while his pal started to blabber on. Despite pretending to listen, Iain wasn’t doing much of that. Instead he’d gone back to thinking about the situation that his sister was now in. A load of bullshit if you asked him, and though they hadn’t asked, he’d given his opinion to his parents before he’d left on this big mission. And now look at what she was being forced into doing. The whole idea made him sick to his stomach for her, or angry. Or maybe a little of both. Either way, he started frowning again while he stared into the froth in his tankard. “Yo Iain, you paying any attention?” Snapping his eyes up, Iain looked at his friend, who was grinning at him from ear to ear. “Of course I am. I always listen to you Drake.” The snort of disbelief came just after. “Yeah right, maybe in a perfect world. You don’t ever listen to me, even if you should sometimes. You’ve gotta get out and get yourself a-“ His friends words were cut off when a more feminine voice took the floor. Swinging his gaze toward her, Iain instantly shifted a little in his seat. She was uh…those clothes…uh. Flashing his friend a look, Iain swallowed his drink of mead and shrugged. “A lot on the mind.”, he commented, willing his friend to help him out here. Iain hadn’t wanted any of this. None at all. He’d rather be back in the camp, sleeping for the next year or two. But unfortunately he wasn’t. Despite his friends laugh, clasp on the shoulder, and a “Looks like you have all the company you need Iain.”, he couldn’t quite help but feel a little abandoned when Drake stood up, tipped his head toward the woman and sauntered off. Pompous, no good-… Right. The lady. Er…woman. Er…well yeah. They’d leave it at Lady. “Nah, everything’s peachy.” ’Except your lack of coverage.’ Though perhaps the outfit wasn’t revealing, it sure didn’t leave much to the imagination. Iain shifted again slightly, before setting his tankard down carefully on the counter. “Would you care for a drink? Or…a shawl or something?”, he asked on the side, eyes flickering back over her choice for dress. Or lack of. Either or. {NOTES} None!

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[constance LEX .]

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[atrb=style, width: 145px;][atrb=valign,top] IAIN/ TAIYA THREE SEVEN TWO OMG THESE POSTS ARE SO TERRIBLE. -_- OUTFIT IN THE PICTURE MINUS HAT

[atrb=style, width: 265px;][atrb=valign,top] a majority of the men who entered the brothel on a day to day basis were usually much older men. younger men had no need for a brothel, being young and limber, they could snatch up a woman in an instant. which was why constance was so shocked to see such young men enter the house, until she realized that they were, in fact, soldiers. ah, the casualties of war - lonliness. though the odd thing about the whole situation, was the fact that the younger boy seemed to be displeased by being in the house. most who entered a house of pleasures looked much more pleased than he and it was constance's job to make it so. once she was in front of the man and his friend, she watched as the second stood and left, leaving herself and the young man alone. looking down at him, she placed her hands on her hips and gave him a sweet smile, "a shawl? whatever for? it's quite warm in the house, i have no need for one." she stated before she took a seat beside the man, ultimately stealing one his friend had been sitting in, "as for the drink, i'd love one." she stated before turning to the barkeep and holding up two fingers. getting a nod in response, the keep placed two bottles of mead in front of them. lifting the bottle to her lips, she took a swig before noticing his discomfort was increasing. she paused after the swig, the bottle still at her lips before she raised an eyebrow at him. pullling the bottle away, she leaned towards him, "do i make you uncomfortable, nord?" her question was valid, he did look as though he wished to be somewhere else, "shall i go find another girl for your liking?" she slid of the chair and placed the bottle on the counter of the bar - she never liked mead anyway. it still baffled her to see a man so displeased with a place that almost all men saught pleasure in. never once had she had a man asked her to put on clothes instead of taking them off. it was refreshing and she somewhat hoped that he asked her to stay.

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[Iain of Arroway .]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #171818; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #171818 solid; border-bottom: 10px #171818 solid;] A warning to the people the good and the evil.THIS MEANS WAR {WORDS } 702 {TAGGED } Constance {WEARING} Something! Right at the moment Iain was thinking about revenge. Oh yes, he would be strangling Drake for abandoning him in this situation once they finally got the hell out of here. Iain liked women, sure. What red blooded man wouldn’t? They were pretty damned nice to look at. The problem was that he was a man of morals – coming from a family with such – and didn’t view women as any object such as this. And for that reason, he was having the damndest time understanding why this place was entitled the house of pleasures. Really reinforced the type of company most of these soldiers were. At the same time, he supposed that he could understand where they were coming from. It was a damned lonely life, the one they were living. Damned lonely. And cold, so while he glanced over his shoulder at where a few of their soldier buddies were schmoozing up a few of the girls, he had a bit of understanding on why they had dragged him here. Right, that reminded him that he had a lady there talking to him. Being the gentleman he was, Iain wiped the sour look off his face and charmed her with a wide smile. He figured that she had just about as hard a life as any, so he wouldn’t be giving her any more of a sour attitude to deal with. Despite not wanting to really think of it, Iain had to admit that she probably dealt with plenty of unsavory characters. He’d be damned if he turned out to be one as well. And he knew exactly what she meant, that it was hot in the building. Way too hot for his taste. Then again, he had to remember that he was used to being outside in the wilderness and camping out under the sky, but indoors. Riften was warmer than the last they’d been stationed at, so as for that, he couldn’t really be complaining at the moment. Giving her another glance out of the corner of his eyes, Iain averted his eyes from the obvious place to look and shrugged a shoulder. “Comfort of course. It would offer a little more…protection.”, he tried to explain without being an ass about it. Of course, he wouldn’t just come right out and tell her that he was embarrassed for her, being in that getup, but he was thinking it. And how in Skyrim was that comfortable anyway? Looked way too constricting for his taste-…well, everything about it looked wrong for him to be wearing. Oh hell, what was he even thinking anymore? Shaking his head, he waved it off. “Never mind.” A moment later he signaled the bartender. “Another mead for me, and whatever the lady wants.” While he took his own drink, Iain concentrated on that, so much so that he was brought back out of his thoughts when she asked him a few questions. Shaking his head, Iain leaned back against the bar and studied her. “Not much makes me uncomfortable.”, he said in a breezy manner. “And I don’t think any of the other girls would make a difference, even if you could find one.”, he mentioned with a wave of his hand, where his buddies had started to monopolize a few of the girls. “The name is Iain.”, he offered with another glance in her direction. {NOTES} LOL right Iain...not much makes you awkward...

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