My kingdom for a bottle...

[Lavinian Pride]

Sarah moved through the bazaar swiftly. It had been a short day, and she hoped to get into the store before they closed, as was custom on days such as this. While the night left taverns open to entertain their guests, the stores were often closed while their merchants went to taverns to enjoy the owner's entertainment. As she moved from shade to shade she sighed as she raced against the clock.

Finally she found the Liquor Store right where she remembered it. Her slender form slipped into the door wordlessly as she smiled at the open sign. She would make it quick for them, this much she promised. The purchase was probably one that was done a hundred times by much more affluent members of Radasanthian society. Moving to the counter she eyed the variety of bottles that hid behind there as she shook her head slowly. It was looking slim on her chances, that was, until she saw the familiar label, glued to the side of the bottle carefully, and with as much pride as a person could hold.

Gotcha

Smiling she knocked on the counter, "Hello? I'd like to get a purchase real quick, I need a price on a bottle of Lavinian Ale, but I have a special request, I need the bottle to refill itself overnight..."

She only hoped she had enough. It wasn't too much to ask she have the bottle ready in case she ever should want a glass. and by getting this enchantment upon it, she'd never have to worry about another bottle again.

[Slayer of the Rot]

"And you can forget about me serving another god damn customer! With me sealed, my energy's fading away!" The little talking sack leaped at the thin blond merchant, grabbed two little handfuls of hair, and began feebly beating at the man's face. Cyril Lagarius, in an obvious state of distress, bellowed and grabbed the nearest bottle of liquor. Uncapped, the liquor sloshed and splashed everywhere as Cyril beat himself about the face, struggling to strike the little animate bag. Finally, the familiar slid off and the merchant spit out two of his teeth.

"Would you shut the fuck up, already? Just about everyone wants to know how you work. Fuck only knows who could be eavesdropping! And with your drinking, it's a god damn wonder you haven't - oh hi how may I help you?" Cyril slipped smoothly and immediately out of his angry tirade into a helpful fake smile. He'd just managed to scrounge up the money to expand and by the liquor shop from it's aging proprietor, so he still wasn't exactly sure about the price on anything. He just guessed.

"Oh, well, something like that's a simple thing, really. I mean, something like that's got it's more practical applications, but it's usually just collectors and not warriors that buy this stuff." Cyril took the bottle and jammed it immediately into Bagley's mouth. The familiar looked ridiculous, stretched across the bottle of ale.

"Uhh, I'll estimate something here with a discount just for being gorgeous." Cyril looked up to the ceiling, tapping his chin as the struggling familiar glowed around the bottle crammed into it's mouth. The merchant pulled the ale from it's mouth as soon as the glow stopped and looked back at the woman.

"Two hunnert crowns for the whole shebang, darling."

[Lavinian Pride]

Sarah raised an eyebrow as the merchant came, bag assaulting his face. She stifled a giggle as she saw the man beat himself in the face with a bottle of some kind of hard liquor. She had to bite her tongue to suppress the laugh as she saw him yell at the damn thing before turning to her and begin the process. Eyeing the bag as the bottle was placed inside of it, she looked at the merchant as he tried to hit on her quoting a discounted price for the ale.

Not that she needed the ale, she couldn't get drunk, that was the problem. Still the price was a rather interesting one. She could see maybe fifty gold for the bottle, it was after all a rare import. She could see maybe another seventy five for the enchantment, it didn't serve a business to supply someone with endless bottles of alcohol. So she figured about a hundred twenty five would do. Still, she was willing to go a bit higher if necessary. It was more for conveniance and she figured if she walked out at one fifty she'd be okay with that.

SMiling she turned on the charm as she said softly, "Think you could drop the price for me a little. I'd be willing to compensate..." Each syllable on the last word were drawn out as she gently trailed a finger along the wood, before she connected with his hand in a tender manner. She then let her eyes drift up to his as she leaned on the counter.

Gods she hated acting like a slut...

[Slayer of the Rot]

Cyril recoiled at once when Sarah's hand touched his flesh.

'The Dahlios touched me.'

He however, found his redemption in Bagley. The little familiar was tipping the bottle of Lavinian Ale back and draining it down his abstract gullet, and the merchant fluidly switched the reaction of disgust to stopping the sack from ruining the product. Cussing loudly, he grabbed the ale, but the bag held, and the last few drops flowed in. Cyril's face flushed with uncharacteristic rage, and he sucked in a deep breath.

'Keep your fucking wits about you.'

"Get another one! I knew this venture was bad business. This shop will go under if you just drink all the merchandise!" The familiar fell off the counter and hit the ground face first. Cyril leaned over the counter, staring down at the bag with venom in his eyes, barely aware his head was inches from the Lavinian's cleavage. Bagley stumbled and weaved over to the racks and removed an identical bottle of ale, and sunk it bottom first into his mouth. He began to glow as Cyril stood back up and dropped into his chair.

"Where was I? Oh. The bottle is a hunnert and fifty crowns." The familiar gave sounds of protestation, by Cyril appeared not to hear them. The quicker Sarah was gone, the better, though he hid his feelings of ill will with a friendly smile.

[Lavinian Pride]

Something was off, the man didn't stammer, he didn't do anything but stiffen at the coy touch. Immediately an ill ease flowed over her as she got up off the counter. She glanced at the man as if for the first time studying him. Something was...off. Even the way the man had nearly put his face into her cleavage seemed off. It was more absentmindedly than anything.

Still she got the price she was willing to pay. Reaching into her pack she carefully placed out the hundred and fifty gold before she frowned. She wasn't sure exactly was wrong, but something was. She wasn't getting the vibes she normally got when someone was genuinely attracted to her. She shifted slightly as she felt the warm heat of the setting sun on her skin, shying instinctively away from the light. It wouldn't do to start burning in it currently, though it meant she was stuck here maybe a few more minutes. Mumbling softly about searching the store she wandered about, keeping her hearing up as she listened for anything from the shopkeeper.

Something more was going on here, but she didn't have enough for anything. As she kept to the shadows in the store veering away from the patches of sunlight she occasionally glanced at the counter. Occasionally she looked at the bottle, waiting for it so she could leave.

[Slayer of the Rot]

Cyril began to relax as he lit a cigarette and reclined further into his chair. Sarah had acted briefly as though she was suspicious, but since she said nothing, he didn't bother to pursue the matter any further. Instead, he pulled the evening newspaper out from under the counter and unfolded it, waiting for Bagley to finish his work.

Chugging the ale had done little good for the sack. The gold coins that made his eyes looked groggy in the fading light of twilight, and three times he threatened to pitch over just from simply standing. After eight minutes had passed, Cyril glanced from his paper to the receding sun to his familiar. Finally, Bagley pulled the bottle out of his mouth, waddled over to Sarah, and tapped her gently on the leg.

"There ya go. Have a nice day, darling, and thanks for shopping at Cyril's."

[Lavinian Pride]

Sarah looked down at the bag as it offered her the bottle. Carefully taking it she nodded as she said softly, "Thanks hun..." Her eyes looked at the shopkeep a bit more, looking into the eyes for awhile, searching for something. Failing to find it, she turned and walked for the door, thankful that the sun was setting. Kid would be waking up soon and she wanted to be sure she was back in time for that occurrence. She had a lot of plans for that night.

[Slayer of the Rot]

[Lavinian Pride gains the following:
-One bottle of Lavinian Ale, which refills itself nightly. Oddly enough, it is always chilled.
-75 exp

And loses the following:
-150 gp]

[Witchblade]

done!