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Watching the waitress leave with Blight was a painful thing to witness. Siiga knew she shouldn't have been invested in it; the girl was probably totally straight, and with a shit taste in men to boot. But if she had been faster, or if she signalled more aggressively, maybe, just maybe it would have been her walking out of here with a cute waitress on her hip.

Ah well. There was no point moping about it. In her experience, girls who preferred munching muff to sucking sausage when a prized commodity, few and far between. She would just have to try again and another point. Sooner or later, someone had to fall to her charms. Hopefully sooner.

She... Considered the newcomer. Really, there wasn't much reason [i]not[/i] to go for her. She was smoking hot, and there was no doubt in her mind she would give a good tumble. But it was that look in her eyes that put her off. She knew that look well. It was the same one she saw every time she looked in a mirror at her own face. That subtle glint in the eye, the slightly arrogant smirk, the posture and clothes that managed to catch the eye without making it seem like she was trying too hard: no doubt, Siiga was looking at one of her own.

Which is precisely what turned her off. Like hell was she gonna be put on someone else's list of conquests! Siiga did not "get seduced". Siiga did the seducing. If she thought she was gonna get Sii in her bed, she had another thing coming!

But if not the waitress, and not the newcomer, then who? Maybe she could find some local belle or a cute country boy, but all things considered, this was the sort of place where people with Siiga's, uhm, "peculiarity" were considered monsters and succubi. No fling was worth getting roasted at the stake.

Whatever. It wasn't like it was life or death. For now, she had the pleasure of strong ale, a hot meal and somewhere to toddle back to at the end of the night.

 Although... The company was a bit lacking. Hard as they were, her little troupe of bandits had been her family for the past goodness-knows-how-long. Their dank little cave had been home. Never again would they go on a raid together. No more arguing over who got what loot. No more loving pranks, no more big brawls, no more contests to see who could get the most panties off a girl. It was all gone. And here she was, drinking and eating and flirting like there wasn't a thing wrong in the world. Like everything was just as it always was. She half-expected to hear Crank's obnoxious laugh, or Stretch say something utterly stupid. But she wouldn't. She never would again. 

Something wet ran down her cheek.

Come on... Get it together. Don't embarrass yourself in front of everyone. They'll all think you're some kinda overemotional wreck.

She managed a soft, sad smile. Wherever you were, lads, keep a seat ready.

It was time to go. Drinking herself into oblivion was fine when she had a hotel or something to crash in at the end of the day, not so much when she was a stranger in a new town. She stood up, paid for her drinks and left the bar, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone as she went