Pirates Ahoy!(Open)

It was one of those days when the sun was searing hot and a dose of liquor would come in handy. Natasha shifted in her seat. She was leisurely sitting in a bar somewhere in London in the meantime to escape the heat - and maybe boredom. A common belief was - Rum's pirates' favorite. Well, not for her.

Irony isn't it? When she's a pirate and she despises rum - well, on some occasions she would down a bottle in one gulp, her face flinching at the metallic taste of it. Just as her face was slowly showing a grimace, her drink arrived.

"Order up." The man slid a a long glass towards her with gold liquid swirling inside it and accumulating froth on its tip. Beer - this was more like it. Natasha was tempted by that gold delicacy when her eyes first landed on it when she was 18. She shrugged those thoughts away, unwilling to let those resurface. She isn't an open book - and it'll stay that way.

She gripped the handle and tugged the bottle towards her mouth, sipping it slowly to savor the taste. Once she had drunk a mouthful, she placed the bottle back on the table with a resounding bang. No one would noticed though,everyone was preoccupied with their own activities. She tilted her head slightly to the right - glass clinking here and there accompanied with booming laughter. Left - prostitutes seducing men in the art of sin. She shook her head, she didn't even know how she became a pirate in the first place. She reached for the beer drunk the contents in one gulp.

She was having too many thoughts.