The count's arms (Tavern)

[Sparkles]

Chess rubbed his neck, "nah... but i'll tell you now; there's a lot more commotion in the castle then they're letting on" he'd sigh, "The princess seems to be taking it alright, but the prince is gunna burst any moment i swear" he'd let another sigh go and took another swig of his beer.

[The Painted Lady]

Flick straightened up at this. She had heard of horrible things going on in the castle through overhearing guards talking and general gossip. She herself wasn't overly well informed. It wasn't as if the palace was telling them much at the moment, though the lack of king and queen had seemed quite evident to Flick. She paused for a moment before speaking.
"They say... the king, he is ill and cannot be cured and that our queen has abandoned us."

[Sparkles]

Chess merely smiled. It was against regulation to tell more then the basics that would calm the kingdom's gossip down, "Don't believe everything you hear M'lady Flick" He'd smile, "The king is sick... yes... but it shall only take time before a cure is found. And as for the queen... ... She has not gone anywhere" he'd not let on the lie he had just created. Yet even he did not know all the details.

[The Painted Lady]

Flick went to ask another question, but she held her tongue. If Chess told her something she wasn't meant to know, then he could lose his job and Flick didn't want that resting on her head. She sat in silence for a moment to look around. In one corner, she could see some of the men counting their money. She sighed. It could only mean one thing: 'special services'. Flick was definitely not in the mood for dealing with such men after tonight. Worry was showing on her face as a million ideas of how to get away from this ran through her head. If she flatly refused them, they would probably use force against her, but if she accepted... well after such events Flick felt so unclean...

[Sparkles]

Chess followed Flick's gaze ober to the men in the corner and smiled. "Be right back. I'll gesture and then serve them"/b] he'd leave her and walk casually over to the men. "Mind if i join you?" he'd say in a voice which was actually a bit rougher then his own. The men stopped counting their money and looked over the emblem of the kingdom on his shirt before nodding wearily. "So..." he said, winking at Flick for an 'alls clear', "Check out those asses" he smiled to himself triamuphantly and at the men with slickness as they started babbing over three kitties on the other side of the bar. Chess had a pretty good guess that they wouldn't hardly even notice it if Flick took their orders

[The Painted Lady]

Flick was a little taken aback that Chess had noticed her situation. However, once she got hold of his plan, she was incredibly greatful. It wasn't long after this had sunk in, that Chess gave her the 'all clear'. Still slightly nervous as to whether this would work, Flick took a deep breath before walking over to the men.
"May I take your orders sirs?"
Their requests were made without one of them taking their eyes off the other women. As Flick left to get the drinks, she looked up at Chess.
'Thank you,' she mouthed silently.

[Sparkles]

Chess winked at her again and just sat their on the seats. He could tell the guys were dumb and Drunk. What other excuse would men have to make themselves this entranced with women? Psht

[The Painted Lady]

She brought over the drinks to the men. She then turned to Chess and gave him another ale.
"This one's on the house," she whispered, before turning around to go back to the counter and busy herself by cleaning glasses.

[Sparkles]

Chess nodded, actually quite pleased with having another Ale and turned back to the men who had their drinks also. He rolled his eyes and yawned in a bored manner; knowing he'd be on duty in the dungeons soon and he better be going. "seeya around lads" he'd say as he got up and went over to the counter with his quickly finished ale and put in down. See you around M'lady" he'd smile and give her another nod before turning to leave.

[The Painted Lady]

Flick gave him a smile of appreciation. She came out from behind the bar to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. ((Friend's kiss peoples XD))
"Farewell Chess. You are a true friend"
She then let him leave and turned to resume her work. It would soon be closing time... thank God...

[Sparkles]

Chess hugged her back and recieved his kiss before turning and exiting the bar.

[going to Kingdom Grounds]

[The Painted Lady]

Flick watched him leave before gathering up another tray of glasses. Bringing them back to the kitchen, she waited for the next customer to grab her attention.

[Cloud Strife]

Kilja had walked into the Count's Arms with little on his mind except ordering up a good drink. The sword and sheath at his side glimmered in the faint glow of the candles and overhanging lights; the metal probably catching most peoples' attention. Black wings were folded loosely behind his form while boot-clad, taloned feet were clicking against the flooring of the tavern.

The bat walked on, silently, stoicly before seating himself at the bar with little trouble. Strange, seeing as how he looked to be completely blind. Yet, he had no walking stick. Nothing that could be deemed as an aid to the blind folk. Heh, you see, bats were some of the more...unfortunate...souls. Especially when they were Jakoids; the attributes of the animal being adopted early on in life. For him, he was used to it..and fought efficiently with only his hearing. In fact, his hearing was so intense, he could feel vibrations. It was how he could move about without much trouble.

Upon taking his seat, he gazed straight ahead before suddenly snapping his head in the direction of a barmaid. "You." He ordered, lifting a taloned digit to curl upwards in the typical 'come here' fashion. Glazed eyes stared slightly passed her, though the direction he was looking in was correct.

The trenchcoat he wore looked to be of the finest quality. Perfect for his job as an assassin. The fabric of the azure shirt beneath the coat, too, was of fine quality; a large contrast to his otherwise 'Gothic' appearence. Yes, he was on a job; one of the utmost importance. His silence during flight, and grace of a swan were the perfect aspects of this mysterious figure. The man continued looking sightlessly at the barmaid as he then spoke again; his deep, somehow seductive in a sense, vocals were emitted. "Tea. Hot tea. Pinch of sugar and a drop of milk." Quite particular, no? "Place it directly in front of me upon making it. This money should be enough, mm?" He inquired, the same mysteriously seductive tone ever present in his voice.

As he sat, his ears - slightly pointed - twitched almost unnoticeably. He was listening for any vocalizations that could be deemed as a threat to his person. Sightless eyes still remained fixated on nothing except just slightly passed the barmaid's face; awaiting his order to be fulfilled. The bat was intimidating, this was for certain.

[Woo! I am SO proud of this post. :3]

[Sparkles]

Ailea entered the bar and decided to sit at a table this time. The stools only seemed to cause more trouble. She raised a hand from the table as the bar tender came out from behind the counter to take orders; it did not seem too busy at the moment. "Orders?" was his first request, obviously not wishing for anything but gold pieces from his customers; convosation did not seem to be on the list. "Uh..." she looked up and down her menu before sighing, "Could i just have water?" she'd ask and look around for the barmaid she had escaped with earlier. The bar tender snorted at her request and left to go fetch the water.

[Cloud Strife]

Kilja sat off to the girl's right, taking no notice in her at all. In fact, he simply awaited his tea; emitting a small hiss of irritation at the slow pace of this particular barmaid. However, as soon as it arrived and was placed haphazardly off to his right...and NOT directly in front of him, he went to reach for it; only to feel nothing. Another hiss followed before his obsidian hued bat wings started to flap about out of sheer aggitation. "Wench! I told you specifically to place the damned cup in front of me!" Yes, the bat was pissed but for good reason! You see, upon feeling for the cup of tea, it had spilled when accidentally knocked over by his elbow. And guess whom the hot liquid had landed upon? Yep, you guessed it. None other than Kilja himself. All in all, the Jakoid was not a happy camper. "Fix it! Make another! I am not paying for it, this time!"