felislupis

      "Oy!" The young redheaded woman shouted as a man fell upon her. He looked up at her with a lazy grin. The overpowering stench of rum on his breath made her stomach roll over in disgust. She grabbed his shoulders and pushed him over to an excessively made up woman. "I think she's more your type." Straightening out her clothing she muttered, "Doctor, I am going to strangle you with your bow tie." The tavern was fairly large but had so many people stuffed into it that one could hardly get a few inches of space to themselves. The air smelled of strong alcohol, putrid body odor, and salt from the sea. Amy squeezed between singing groups