"Slow down on the liquor love." she said, withholding the whiskey from the young woman "Mine!"<br/><br/>Sipping away at her own whiskey, she rolled her eyes at the matron.  'Not that type of woman,' she was just denying what was true is all.  Vera though... she could see it in her eyes that she was not such a liar, just didn't admit it to her mother most likely.  Well, separate rooms would work for that then...<br/><br/>"You wound me!" she declared, downing the rest of her glass in one gulp and slamming it down "I am<em>not</em>a thief!  And pirate is such a<em>loaded</em>term!  I am simply a freelance privateer; it's<em>much</em>different!"<br/><br/>A grin, and rather than pour a glass, she upended the bottle, and took a number of healthy swigs.  That would be a lovely buzz, and a coughing gasp after the breath was released.  Could only suck down liquor so long...<br/><br/>"Fine,<em>clearly</em>you're not interested in chatting... so how about going to your rooms?" she offered, standing up and then pausing like she just remembered something "Oh, right um, thing is, my crew is used to taking certain<em>liberties</em>with captives; helps keep them<em>docile</em>and happy.  Being<em>that sort of woman</em>might make things more enjoyable for the next week, just warning you ahead of time loves."