Lucy
*It was a place clustering with different drunks. The dark midnight sky made it easier to see the bright, shining stars that gazed upon the inn. In the middle of the drinking, dancing and what not, was a vampire, he sat on the bar, enjoying his drink.*
David
**A Tavern usual comes strolling In, Marceline puts her hood down, and smiles at the aesthetic; a little slovenly, but archaic bar for debauchery. She saunters up to the bar, and awaits service while taking up a stool. Next to her, happens to be a stranger, Indulging on their own.**

**For now, Marceline sizes up the Vampire quietly, judging his attire.** "Tch." **She scoffs.**
Lucy
*The vampire noticed the lass and jumped down from the bar onto the cold, wet wooden ground.*
"I didn't expected such attitude from a girl with such an angelic smile."
*He told her while getting closer. The vampire couldn't care less about her, but he was out of his mind with boredom.*
David
**The flattery Is unexpected, Marceline's smug expression turns Into a coy simper, she blushes at the Vampire, and look straight ahead.** "Aren't you a charmer?...Thank you." **She retorts.** ``Then, a bartender arrives to barter. Marceline orders a mug of Ale. The Bartender Is sent off, with a silver coin.``

**After, Marceline continues to conversate with the Vampire.** "Cheeky you. How'd you know I'm susceptible to flattery?"
Lucy
*He called the bartender before he could even leave and ordered a drink.*
"I can tell you're into romance by your eyes. Quite beautiful eyes actually."
*He now had one of his hands on her waist.*
David
**Marceline actually puts a hand flat against his chest, to halt any further unwanted touching, despite Its charm. She chuckles, and Inches herself away from the Vampire.** "Ha! Tell me something I don't know lad? Call It conceit If you will, I'm hard to get."
Lucy
"I've noticed... Thank you"
*He took the ordered drink and after taking a sipped the man asked.*
"So, what's a girl like you doing in a dump like this?"
David
``The Bartender that served the Vampire, also leaves behind a mug of Ale, Amber In colour and frothy.`` **Marceline takes her mug, and scarfs down two gulps, she wipes her mouth after, and continues to regale the suave Vampire.**

"Mm-I'm here all the time. Always craving a drink. That reminds me, I need to purchase myself a canteen soon... Hmph." **Marceline leans against the bar, mulling over some thoughts. She glances at the Vampire, who's name she knows not yet, and smirks.** "What's a... Character like you doing In this *Dump?*"
Lucy
"Franco. Sorry... Nothing really, just working."
*He once again took another sip. His red eyes glanced down at the girls boots and right back up.*
David
**At a glance, one might be able to tell that Marceline Is a woman of adventure—or something of the sort, she's certainly dressed for dares. Her boots are thick leather, and hide, the Inside comfortably padded with cotton and linen. They're weathered like crazy as well.** "Franco, I'm Marceline. You said you work here? Or... You're on work time?"
Lucy
**Now he had finished drinking, he slammed the glass bottle on the bar. Some beer spilled on his formal tunic.**
"Yeah I'm here for... Work"
David
**Marceline takes another drink of her Ale, her mug Is half empty, a few lines of froth are left on her lips, she licks It away.** "Ahh. Work you say? I also happen to be looking for work! For the right price I'm yours, for *Almost* Anything."
Lucy
**He all of a sudden had that nasty, small smile.**
"For a right price huh?"
**He pulled out a silver coin and slammed it on the table.**
"Well. I better get going now!"
David
**Marceline tilts her head, she furrows her brow, and scoffs.** "What are you, on the lam? So urgently deserting me?...Well then, toodle-pip and cheerio, mate!" **She waves, then continues with her Ale, there's roughly two drinks left. She's watching Franco expectanlty.**
Lucy
**He backs off and starts heading for the exit. Suddenly a drunk slams into him, he pushes the drunken away. His tunic's back was now a bit lifted, and there the adventurous girl could clearly see a bag of silver coins that the vampire took from her when putting his hand on her waist.**
David
**Marceline watches Franco saunter away from their spot at the bar, she's sipping the last drops of her Ale. Then, she sees Franco bump Into a drunkard! She has the right mind to burst out laughing, but she remains composed, especially when she realizes what's In his hand, that formerly was on her person.** "Inconceivable!"

**Marceline slams her empty mug on the bar, and checks her belongings. A bag of silver missing? She growls.** "Bloody hell. Bollocks. Cockamamie!" **Then she casually strolls after the Vampire, remaining hopefully Inconspicuous.**
Lucy
**The leaving, now hurrying vampire noticed the angered lady and was quite surprised by the difficult words she had no problem pronouncing, a rare can even read, let alone talk like she does. He couldn't understand a word she said.**
"What the fuck is she saying?"
**Upon looking back and seeing her rushing, he used his air macen flexibility to jump out of the window that was nearer him and start to flee.**
David
``Lmao, that be the angry British vernacular!``
Lucy
**He glanced back one more time to check if she's followed.**
David
**Marceline Increases her pace, seeing Franco cowardly flee from her by leaping out of a window. She curses under her breath.** "Damn It! Making me work for my own silver?...He's going to get It alright!" **She hisses, proceeding to vault through the window after Franco, giving chase. She breaks Into running.**

"Come back here you no good pickpocket!! I should've known!" **Yells Marceline, who's Indeed pursuing the Vampire. She's got her hood up as well.**
Lucy
**He now had stopped. He already knew that the lass is going to chase him down due to her... Obtrusively energetic behaviour. He turned around and that made the girl stop just in front of him.**
"You're a charmer."
David
**Marceline skids to a halt, dirt dust puffed up below her knees, she's glaring at Franco, one of her hands are near the hilt of a sheathed dagger.** "Quiet you thief. Give It back now. I'm not friendly about this one bloody bit!" **She growls.** "Come on then. Fess up."
Lucy
**He smiled and pulled out his longsword.**
"I'll go easy on you."
**He got into posision**
David
**Marceline shakes her head, her other hand reaches for another hilt on the other side of her waist. She unsheathes her shortsword and dagger! And gets Into a dueling stance.** "Your finesse Is commendable, but worth nothing In the end! Prepare to bleed, fiend." **She narrows her eyes, glaring daggers at Franco.**

**Marceline boasts her own finesse, by twirling her dagger around, flair and Intricacy.**

**Marceline makes the first move! She's quick on her feet, she moves In towards Franco, who's awaiting her attack, and swipes the blade of her short sword at his wrists!**
Lucy
**It did strike his chest, but a quick kick to the stomach kept her away, he raised his longsword for an attack**
David
``We can continue then?``

**Marceline grunts at the shoving of her stomach, she steps back In preparation for Franco's longsword. It's an obvious attack, coming straight at her from above, no real finesse behind It, so Marceline easily crosses her short sword and dagger to catch his longsword In a parry! Then she advances, pushing forward to riposte after the parry, driving her short sword's sharp tip towards his chest to Impale!**
Lucy
**Looking at the now knocked back girl, while holding his wounds he thought of the consequences. Something he rarely does. He put his sword back in his scabbard and tossed the lass her pouch.**
David
**Marceline retracts her short sword, the tip of It shining with blood, she smirks and wipes It away with her sleeve. After sheathing her weapons, Marceline picks up her silver pouch, and stores It In her side-satchel.** "Sorry I had to tear your... Opulent tunic, mate. Still looks fancy! Just needs a tailor. Next time you'll think twice about stealing from *Me!*"

**She dusts herself off.**
Lucy
**He smiles while also cleaning up.**
"Till our paths meet again, and they will. So long..."
David
"Tch! As If. Curse you, for ruining my drink Franco. If we ever cross paths again I expect a pleasant salutations and that's that." **Marceline bobs a curtsey to Franco, before she starts to walk away.** "Toodle-oo!" **Marceline disappears Into Salvainia, to be encountered by someone else.**