Vauc'Tutt n' Butts

Soraya indeed looked guilty, and the taste of alcohol was still on her tongue, although, to be fair... it also tasted like tangy lime, too, which was pretty nice.

The bartender whispered at her as the Mayor turned his bleary-eyed stare and his words had her reacting. "What? He's not my uncle. My father would--"

Her words were cut off as the Mayor so old his hair was white came teetering over and offered to by the shapely young woman another drink.

"Oh. Uh. Alright. I had a Green Sunset. Er. I mean. A Green Flash?" Then, remembering the manners her mother taught her, she held out her hand. "I'm Soraya. It's nice to meet you, Mayor."

The mayor immediately pulls Soraya into a hug during which he gripes her ass. He let's her go and say's with a lusty grin.

"Sorry island custom. It's nice ta meet ya call me Roarin."

Making no effort to hide the fact that he is checking her out he says.

"What brings ya ta Carmela island Missy? Business or pleasure?"


The mayor laughs long and loud at his own joke. He is still clearly quite inebriated.

The bartender gives Soraya a look that says told ya so.

A look of shocked horror comes over the mayors face and he starts apologizing profusely.

"Oh little Soraya I didn't recognize ya... I am so sorry... you know how yer uncle gets... my apologiea... oh Lord don't tell yer father he'd kill me."

The mayor continues on like this for a good while clearly incredible distressed. Evidently family means a great deal to him and the thought of groping his niece is causing him great distress. When he finally gathers his wits he says.

"Oh my dear this old fools been drinking too much ta not recognize his own niece. Tell me what I can do fer ya know I'll do anything fer family."

"Yes, I've... uh... I've really grown up I guess," she said.

She reached up and tucked a loose lock of hair around her ear.

"Oh, anything?" she said, and suddenly brightened. "I could use a ticket onto the next ship to Ozmodias, actually. I'm going to visit my... other uncle there."

Sure... Sure, that would work.

Soraya actually feels a pang in her chest for this guy that she'd just hurt. And she was lying to him. Oooh, if her mother could see her now. It was ridiculous, really. Soraya was sixteen. Other girls her age were already having children in her village. She was fully grown, and she was an adult. And yet still, her Mother was always going to be her conscience.

"Oh, no, no! I don't mean-- I don't mean TOMORROW tomorrow," Soraya said, stumbling over her words as the Mayor of Carmela dumped gold coins into her palms. "I meant-- wait, what?"

She looks up from where she was trying to keep her coins in her palms to look at Roarin' Fletcher. "Treasure? There's treasure here? And you're looking for it? Can I help?!"

Her inner-Mother was facepalming, but her inner-Soraya was leaping for joy. Treasure! This was the adventure that she wanted outside of Esphiridon. Who knew it was with a drunken, gropey uncle?

The mayor gives a small exclamation of joy and say's proudly.

"Ah I knew my little Soraya wouldn't let her old uncle down."

He doesn't appear perturbed that Carmen has interjected herself into the conversation. Roarin continues happily.

"Ya a treasure somewhere on this island. I got a map off an old pirate who didn't know how to watch where he was going."

He motions the girls over to the table he also spots Dango and waves the troll over. He pulls out a yellowed and fueled piece of paper and spreads it out on the table. It is a map of Carmela island apparently before the town was settled. There is large red X in the middle of the map and some text says "Dive down the middle to find the next step."

Carmen nods, grinning. She's seen her share of treasure maps, and this one is no fake.

"Oh, it's real alright. Probably leads to a nice big chest of shiny bits and pieces. Mmm..."

She licks her lips, and takes another sip of her pineapple cocktail.

"Ever gone treasure hunting, kid? It's fun. Maybe there'll be traps...or pirate ghosts...or sharks...fun times."

The mayor shrugs of Dango's concerns.

"Aw ain't no one messin with ol' Roarin ya know tha Dango. If they try I'll punch 'm in every orifice they own!"

He nods to Soraya and Carmen.

"Yer darn right it's real ain't nododies lied to me after one of my patented beatins! And yer right little missy."

The mayor says to Carmen.

"It's sure ta be dangerous just gettin through the jungle's gonna be a right bi..."

The Mayor Uncle eyes his "niece" for a moment.

"A right pain, and I am thinking that's just the beginning. What do ya say kids ya in?"

Carmen scoffs out loud.

"Really, kid? Who do you think you are? What do you bring to the table? I'm a professional. Dango knows the island, and he's super buff. The mayor has the map. I say we split it 30-30-30-10, and that's being generous."

She finishes her drink, then signals for another.