A Change In The Wind Says I

[Daz]

I step through the messing hallway and then into my room, closing the door behind us again before I swig another drop of rum from the bottle.
"So, Mister, where were we?"

[jarofdirt]

"Well you only said 'shirts', so I was just making sure," he replied with a shrug, giving a crooked smile. It was one that was short lived however as Quinn unlocked her door and stepped inside, his face becoming serious as he followed. At her gesture he gave a single nod, his eyes sweeping over the living area and resting on who he guessed was her father upon the couch. Make it quick, he silently asked of her, carefully setting his boot down beside an empty bottle.

[Lauren]

"We were," Bailey said, glancing around the room, before his gaze rested on Cleo again. "Right about ... here," He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer sharply before he caught her lips in a passionate kiss again.

Quinn gave a nod and moved through the room. She walked back to her bedroom, closing the door behind her so Jack couldn't see in. She packed a bag full of clothes and personal belongings. She came back out a few minutes later, silently making her way through the room.

All of a sudden she felt fingers grab her wrist tightly and the slurred voice of her father, half dazed and asleep, "Where do you think yer going?"

[Daz]

I kiss him back, though I'm rather distracted now, due to the encounter with Jack Sparrow. My mood has gone a little flat and I'm not really so bothered about ensuing this little encounter. I let him go ahead for a little while, though my mind is completely on another matter.

[jarofdirt]

Jack stood in the front room, his hand coming to rest on the hilt of his sword by long habit as he waited for Quinn to reappear. His dark eyes darted over the form laying on the couch, and then to the numerous bottles shrewn upon the floor, and vaguely he wondered just how many were from the previous night.

Once she came into view, Jack turned, about to move to the door when her father half-awoke and took hold of her. Jack's eyes widened in disbelief and without hesitating he grabbed Quinn's other arm, pulling the woman towards him and hopefully away from the grip of her father. "Time to go!"

[Lauren]

Quinn shrieked, both at Jack pulling her away, and her father grabbing her. Her father fumbled to an upright position, grabbing the neck of a bottle and throwing it at them. It hit the wall and smashed to pieces. Quinn shrieked again. "Come back 'ere," He slurred, attempting to get to his feet.

Bailey kissed her more a moment longer, before he noticed her stiffened body and lack of reaction. "What's wrong?" He asked, pulling apart a little.

[Daz]

"Naught." I tell him, taking this pause to finish off my rum bottle.. "Hmm.. just not feeling as loose as I was before. D'y mind having a few more drinks first?"

[Lauren]

Bailey gave her a slight nod. "Not at all," He smiled, lifting his bottle and clanging it against hers. He sat down on her bed, taking a long swig of the drink.

[Daz]

I slowly go to sit beside him, kicking my boots off when I do, and then glance aside to him, "It's still early in the evenin', we're in no hurry, 'eh?" I remind him, placing a hand on his knee.

[Lauren]

Bailey glanced down at her hand, he picked it up and turned her palm up to face him before he brushed a kiss on her skin. "No rush at all," He told her with a smile, putting her hand back to rest on his knee.