Okay, so what if she didn't get paid? A job was a job, right? As Dax darted through the streets of Bilgewater Harbor, she still could not help but try to imagine where it had all gone wrong. In retrospect, the fact that her employer insisted on none up front and all at the end might have been a tip. Also, the slight Darnassian accent. That was usually a bad sign. A simple courier job had turned into a massacre, but no one was going to pin it on her, not after leaving her contractor in the dust. The Horde authorities wouldn't care about an Alliance spy, especially this deep into Horde territory.<br/><br/>What in the divine vault was she going to tell Loran, though? Nothing, probably. Nothing at all. She was still probably asleep, sandwiched between her pillow and a customer...or two...and dead to the world. Besides, just because she had known Loran for quite a while and considered her a good friend didn't make her beholden to the woman's whims, even if she did help out with her 'business' now and again. Just the night before, she had tried roping Dax into a pile of sweaty bodies, but she had taken the contract job instead.<i>Stupid, stupid, stupid. </i><br/><br/>As she reached the tavern, she slowed to a walk, and shoved her hands into her pockets. She caught a reflection of herself in a puddle of water outside the front step; dark red hair tied behind her head, blue-green eyes, and a tight leather bodice cut off a few inches above her pants, baring a tantalizing line of muscled green flesh. Her breasts were heavy, trapped beneath the tight material. Her ass wasn't exactly slouching in comparison, curving from the small of her back, easy to get two (large) hands around each cheek. She paused to smooth out her clothing, and to take a deep breath. When she stepped inside, her attention turned first to the bar, but then, just as quickly, to Loran.<br/><br/><i>Shit.</i><br/><br/>"Mornin', champ." Dax said, without missing a step. "Up late as always. I figured you'd be out like a light for at least half a day." She grinned, nice and wide, and continued her way towards the bar. "How was your company last night, hm?"<br/><br/>She was amazed how the other goblin could, this early, look like the ultimate fucking and sucking machine. It took a lot of effort, Dax felt, and in the morning, Dax had no intention of effort, especially after getting almost no sleep.<br/><br/>Still, all was good, right? She had just been out for a walk! It was happy-breakfast-drinky time now. That was the best time. Dax knew Loran always had a lot lined up for their days together.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>