Hubert Zlob was sitting at his table. He was drunken like a dog, murmling something to himself, while doors opened and two blonde girls came in. They were smiling louder than normal people smile, and acting little frenetically, like they were on Cardamine. Hubert was watching them, then stood up and went to their direction.
,,Heya, prin.. prin..cesses... have *coughs*.. a drink with me"
One of them, obviously having more alcohol then other one, just started to laugh, while other just arranged her hair and told to Hubert:
,,heh.. you know, we don't like to mess with you boys.. we just came here for to refuel, then we'v got some slaves on Niverton waiting for us to be loaded, and then we head towards Malta..."
Hubert started to laugh: ,,Well okay, mah' beauties... i suppose ya need some escort, aren't ya ?"
They look on each other. ,,Hmm... let us see, you know what... pay us a drink and we will decide later.."
Hubert ordered few coctails. ,,Okay, mah' beauties... i suppose ya heard of Long Island Ice Tea... aren't ya?"
They started to chuckle in this high girlie style, exactly what Hubert hates at women.
But he had enough alcohol in his blood to withstand it.. then started to think... maybe it's not that bad idea at all to go back to the Lanes, though..