"Wait? Wot?" Lucy said, the floor nearly dropping out from under her as two of three men just got up and walked out with next to no warning and no apparent cause. Nobody had come in and spoken with them. No one had threatened the three or otherwise interacted with them. They had simply decided to leave, their drinks unfinished. People simply just didn't do that. Sailors didn't leave rum unpartaken either.

It left her wondering what she had said or done to offend them.

Then the captain tossed several coin on the table, requesting that Lucy take care of their man and walked out. That would have been good easy money for Lucy if it hadn't been for the other man the captain had simply ignored. The man, in his drunken stupor, took it that the coin was meant for him and that she should show Lucy a good time with it and thanked Cris in a garbled mumble since he didn't want to take his eyes from his red headed vixen. He scooped up the coin as if it were meant for him and pocketed it for paying Lucy later. If he even remembered that was.

"Oi! That ain't what 'e mea-" Lucy began to complain before being cut off.

She squealed as his hands clamped down on her hips and lifted her up into the air. Lucy's bare feet kicked a foot off the floor as he lifted her up and tossed her over his shoulder, much to the amusement of several of the sailors in the establishment. Some hollered, others cajoled at the sight of her red curls cascading down the drunkard's back as he carried her kicking form towards the threshold and towards the stormy streets.