C;jacob X Niamh - Blog Posts

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Naimh couldn’t help but grumble under her breathe as she watched the other man walk away following the intruders threat. A part of her looking forward to the fight as if to help prove her capabilities and strength only for the opportunity to disappear. “And what makes you think that he wouldn’t have finally met his match with me? I do not like to be underestimated.” Not having many other options and also being low on funds for the time being, had her taking the offered seat. “I’ll take the drink considering I no longer have other forms of entertainment.” She paused briefly before mumbling. “Thank you.”

Jacob found himself rolling his eyes at the fiery young woman. He usually would have found the impassioned woman capable of fighting her own battles impressive but he’d had a long day and wasn’t totally convinced it was a fight she’d be able to win despite her protests. He, himself, could have probably taken the male on but in all honestly he didn’t fancy the fight. “You saw the guy, did you not? That man was six foot three, he could have just stepped on and you’d be splattered like a grape. Do you want to be a squashed grape? I thought not, now please, choose your fights wisely and preferably when I’m not around. This is my quiet time and I do not react well to people disturbing it.” Jacob chastised the young woman shaking his head at her. He nodded his head at the bar keep gesturing for two more drinks to be brought over. “Have you ever tried gambling? There’s only a slight chance of being murdered or a fight breaking out and much more entertaining. You should try it.”