Chapter 4 - The Keys
A dark, curvaceous woman stood at the bar, with her legs crossed, pushing her bosom over her arms and her rear out. Black wavy ropes of hair draped down her back, held out of her face with a navy blue bandana. The primary materials for her rather scanty outfit were worn brown leathers.
She signaled the bartender. A rat-like man approached her, his hair greased back, flanked by two other men.
“You owe us, Alvarez.”
“I’ll tell you what, Lucky,” She lazily watched the golden liquid be poured into her glass, “Because the information you gave me was worth nothing,” she held the glass for a moment and tipped it back. Smacking her lips, she continued, “That’s what I’ll pay you.”
The man named Lucky slammed her glass back onto the bar, “We’ll get our money’s worth, bitch.”
Alvarez leaned into him, her face nearly touching his, “Oh, you poor, sweet, thing.” Yanking his arm from underneath him, she slammed his head onto the bar a few times, stunning him and let Lucky slump to the floor. One of Lucky’s boys rushed up behind Alvarez and wrapped his arms around her waist, pinning her arms to her sides. Grunting once, she smacked her head back into the man’s face, forcing him to drop her as another hoodlum came from the front. She ducked as he swung a bottle at her head, smashing the glass against his partner. She elbowed his stomach and pushed him to the floor. Lucky was beginning to scrape himself off the ground, reaching for his sword. His fingertips merely brushed it before the pirate’s own dagger poked his nose.
“Tell me, Lucky, is this really worth dying for?” she asked. Lucky snapped his mouth shut, slowly circled away and scrambled for the door, his two goons on his heels.
She returned to her spot at the bar, sheathed the dagger and finished her drink.
“I didn’t think so.” She chuckled.