Stick with Tir

Tir looked around the bar and considered his options.

The heavyset man that Carmine had been drinking with when he and the others had first entered was now all but slumped across the table. Tir knew there would be no surprise conclusion to this drinking contest. It didn't look like it, but Carmine must have been more than a little effected by the amount of rum she must have consumed to put the man twice her weight under the table. Perhaps now was the time to take advantage of the rich heiress’ weakened position. he wondered how often she had to pay the victor of the drinking contest with her tight young body. Not often, Tir decided if this was any indication of her ability to hold her drink.

On the other hand, the men Sheri was halfheartedly teasing didn't seem to have what it took to interest her; Tir had noticed the blonde dancer check him out a couple times as he had wasted his time with Sasha. Looking one more time at the statuesque redhead with the unblemished complexion and long neck with regret. Her long legs were displayed amazingly well in the jeans that hugged her calves and thighs like a second skin and she made the simple tee-shirt that covered her torso look like the finest designer dresses that came the rich cities of Cryn. But after his own experience with her and hearing the barmaid talk of the others that tried before him, Tir decided it was time to move on.

Of course, spending a crown to bed the barmaid could be a fine way to spend his last hours in port.

"I guess that didn't work as well as you liked." The bartender chuckled as he offered Tir another drink, "You sure I can't interest you in my niece? She's a redhead too, although more of the girl next door type than this one."