yo-ho yo-ho a pirate's life for me

[thehungman]

Characters: Isabela and Conquest Students
Format: w/e
This log is: open like a paid prostitute's legs
Location: Isabela's class - Rogue Training 101
Summary: Lesson planned: Introduction to Rogue Training and a Practical Approach to Alcohol Appreciation, Debauchery part 1
Warnings: underaged drinking

Isabela enters the classroom dressed like a sexy, Halloween pirate in Conquest colors. (Read: The bare minimum for decency.) Without a hint of class or decorum, she places three, huge bottles of ale on the table.

"All right, some of you kids might be wondering what this class is about. It's rogue training. What's a rogue, Captain Isabela? -- That's what you're going to be calling me, by the way. None of that "Professor" business. I'm not a dowdy, old woman -- Well, a rogue is a delinquent that fights with either daggers or bows, which we're going to touch... eventually, but we need to appreciate a rogue's motivations first.

"Rogues should love two things -- booty, both kinds, and alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol. So, that's what I'm going to do today. I'm going to teach all of you to appreciate lots and lots of alcohol. Come on, gather around, and don't be a wet blanket." She giggles, ushering the kids to gather around her teacher's table.
 

Comments

[frozenmemories]

[Cirno frowns. She stays to the back of the class, arms crossed. Her earlier conversation with Becca made her wary of alcohol.]

[thehungman]

Spoilsport.

[ She sighs, and doesn't pay attention to her further. ]

[frozenmemories]

[She shrugs a bit but is paying attention at the very least. She just had issues with the stuff now. Nothing more or less.]

[thehungman]

[ Eh. Don't like it, don't do it. Isabela gulps down a big cup and shakes her head to relieve the fire in her throat. ]

[straightupzorra]

Santana doesn't even take this class, hell, she's a teacher now, she doesn't take any classes, but there is no way she would pass up a chance to see what exactly this class is about.

Can we talk about the greatest class ever? I mean, booty and alcohol? She is so in

For now though, Santana is standing in back with her arms crossed and a dangerously smug look on her face.

[thehungman]

When she notices Santana, she fills a mug with ale and slides on next to her. She leans casually against the wall.

"This is just an observation, but I think you're the type of girl that's not afraid to have a little... fun."

She offers the beverage.

[straightupzorra]

First things first, Santana sniffs the cup of ale, shrugs, takes a sip of it, and nods in satisfaction with the taste. If she actually likes it or not and is just sucking up to this new teacher, who knows. Actually. She probably likes it. What's not to like about ale.

She grins mischievously, "Now what gives you that idea?"

[thehungman]

"The ale's good, isn't it? Better than the swill most taverns serve in Harbors."

Isabela giggles. Oh, she likes her. "I just always assume pretty girls are. More fun that way."

[straightupzorra]

"Can't say I've had tavern swill ale before," she takes another swig, "But this stuff isn't half bad."

A pout, "Oh so you give drinks to all the pretty girls? Suddenly I don't feel as special."

[thehungman]

"Not every pretty girl, sweetness. Just the ones I'd like to get to know... a little better." She winks, and heads back to the teacher's table. Idea: Planted. She might be able to reap it later, or maybe not. Finding out is part of the fun.

[straightupzorra]

Santana winks back, "I'll let you get to know me all you want," she smiles.

The idea is more than planted, it's been accepted.

[swordofzero]

[Just... lineface.

Total lineface.

What. Why is this allowed to be a class?]

[thehungman]

You can save your judgment, you know. The door's open. You're free to leave.

[swordofzero]

I'm not judging.

[That's a lie, but he is trying not to. He wont leave though, he is a prefect and needs to make a good impression.]

[thehungman]

[ Rivalry + 5 ]

You're giving me the stink eye!

[swordofzero]

I apologise, I did not mean to cause offense.

[He doesn't smile though, or move at all.]

[thehungman]

[ That only irritates her more. She scoffs and gulps down a healthy portion of her mug. ]

[swordofzero]

[He frowned and remained at the side, not participating.]