The Black Flag Alehouse, Planet Sprague - All Welcome!

[Wolfs Ghost]

Vanessa had been sulking around among the various tourists, workers, and even fellow scoundrels who had came to call the place home. She was working her usual bit, pick pocketing folks of various backgrounds, mostly because it was easy, and mostly because she was bored. Especially the old Rheinland couple who seemed to be completely enthralled with where they were located. Certainly they didn't need their credit chits anymore, hell, Vanessa thought they liked it so much here that they didn't even need their boarding papers. She smiled softly sticking the various amounts of credit chits into her pocket - she'd deal with transferring them all over to her account a bit later.

After a bit of wandering around through the crowd, she began making her way towards the bar. Waving down one of the barkeepers, she ordered her favorite Rheinland Stout and shifted towards leaning against the table as she waited for her drink to be poured. Her blue eyes danced across the various faces of roughly everyone within the bar, only settling upon a blond chick who had just taken a selfie with the Captain himself, and boy did he look pissed off. She smirked, whistling softly, but apparently it was just loud enough for the person next to her to hear. The man who she had her back towards leaned over to her and placed his hand on the small of her back, which caused her smile and then slowly remove the knife she had sheathed on her belt. Slowly she turned around, resting the knife underneath her arm as she used her free arm to move the man's hand back onto the table.

The man was smirking ear to ear as she looked him in the eye. "What's a cute thing like you doing in a place like this?" The man asked, clearly drunk. Though she was partially surprised at his ability to not slur and trip over his words. She lifted up the seven inch long blade she had, turned towards the bar itself and slammed the knife through the man's hand, pinning it to the bar top, then she reached for her stout that had just been sat down in front of her. The man screamed in pain and started yelling profanities at her - of course this had only caught some of the other patron's attention, and no one but the barkeep could really see what was going on, nor did they really care. After a good few seconds of him yelling at her, she sat the flagon down and turned towards him, reaching up and placing a finger on his lips, the motion caused him to abruptly shut up. "Now... ye listen t' me, and I'm only gonna tell ye this once. Ye keep yer dirty hands off of other folks. 'specially women. 'Specially women with knives readily at hand. Yer damn lucky I didn't decide t' take a finger with me. Got plenty of 'em ye see. Quite a fun past time." She paused, reaching for the handle of the knife and yanking it out violently, which caused the man to pull his hand away and began clutching it. "Now do yerself a favor, and keep yer filthy mouth shut while ye make yer way t' the bloody door. Ye say one more thing t' me and I'll cut yer bloody tongue out of yer skull. Aye?" She finished, laying the bloody knife down next to the bloody hand print from where the man's hand had been moments ago, she picked up her flagon again and took a large swig, and only shot a side eye towards where the man had been sitting - apparently he took her warning in stride and fled from the room.

Which was just about the time where she heard the Captain's voice boom, telling everyone to get out. A small smirk appeared on the corner of her lips as she slowly sat the flagon down, and just on queue with setting the flagon down a gun shot rang out, and this time the Captain made damn sure that everyone was leaving. "Cap'n's back." She said, smiling softly as she slowly spun around on the barstool, bloody knife in hand as she watched the people beginning to file out of the door. As the crowd began thinning out, she remained where she was, watching the Captain talking with a bouncer, the exchange was brief and the bouncer looked a bit confused for a moment before he nodded and quickly left the bar. Once the bar was empty from the patron's and the rest of the staff began shuffling around to packing the bar up, Hayes called out from where she was sitting. "Hope ye don't want me t' be leavin' either Cap'n. I just got 'ere. But uh... good t' see yer done bein' a tourist attraction." She commented, slowly wiping the blade off on her pant leg, after a moment she sheathed the knife back onto her belt and slipped off the stool. "On the other hand, Cap'n. I have a couple of the boys downtown causin' trouble t' keep the police busy fer a bit. Figured it might come in handy knowin' that ye may decide t' discharge a weapon among a crowd of civies. So we'll have a bit of time t' make sure we're gone."