I Heard You Were A Harlot

[jeoha]

WHO: Lee Chang and YOU
WHEN: from the 12th for a couple days
WHERE: Out and around Taravast
WHAT: Lee Chang has been given his assignment as a drunken rake and by god he will figure out how to be one as if his live depends on it
WARNINGS: Alcohol, Drunkeness, probably unwanted (or maybe wanted?) sexual advances he has absolutely no intention of following through on


Lee Chang was not unaccustomed to wine. Though the wine of the country was - by all estimations - a far cruder cut than what he had grown used to in the palace, it would serve his purposes. He had never allowed himself the leisure of getting drunk off it. It was far too easy for a drunken Crown Prince to slip and accidentally break his neck and just so happen to leave the succession to people who hated him. Carelessness like that was liable to get you killed, and if there was one thing that Lee Chang was good at (for better or for worse) it was surviving. But that could not be said for all the courtiers he had known.

Drunken carousing was a favourite passtime of government officials such as Beom-pal - no matter how much the man had been forced to redeem himself, he was cut of the same cloth as many who took their positions for granted. So he knew the look, and the walk, and the talk. He could manage well enough, he hoped.

But there was another piece to his newfound persona that would take a little more work. Rake was not a word that could easily be used for him, for similar reasons. Lovers could easy be enemies, and a gentle kiss could come with a blade. He hadn't taken a real lover until he had ended up here, with no way home and no ties to a new world that was so foreign to his own. The risk had been more than worth the reward. But it meant that he didn't have a lot of practice in the art of - ah, how would one put it - picking up.

So he was going to have to learn fast.

Thus, the night after they recieved their assignments - an a few nights after that - Lee Chang could be found most often getting ready to go out and 'hit the town', wine jug in hand and a face that looked ready to go into battle. And if he asks for advice on how to seduce women and men alike? Don't laugh at him.


[ooc: he will also be getting accidentally drunk, so hit me up if you want a specialized opening! Otherwise feel free to place him wherever is most convenient/hilarious.]

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[scrapgege]

So Xie Lian is supposed to be a pirate, right?

Except he has next to no idea of how a pirate acts, or talks, or walks, or really even what they do beyond taking what doesn't belong to them, and he can't really get it in his head to do that.

He figures haunting the less reputable parts of town is probably on that list, too, which is why he heads there, although he is soon rather hopelessly lost. He did try to emulate Hua Cheng's look and attitude. He did fine good clothes for the look. The attitude is.... very much a work in progress.

He stops at a crossroad, perplex.

"... I think I walked past here before... But was it in the other direction?"

[jeoha]

Lee Chang didn't comment with the delicate-looking but definitely-not-actually-delicate Xie Lan walked by him the first time, sipping his wine (? unsure if actually wine, but close enough) as the man went by. When he passed the second time, looking hopelessly lost, Lee Chang pushed up out of his seat, apologized to the painted young woman sitting next to him and swayed a little as he walked over.

He greeted Xie Lan by putting an arm over his shoulders with a laugh, then leaned in with a smile and a murmur:

"You look like a lost puppy who isn't sure who dressed him in his master's clothes."

[scrapgege]

Xie Lian gave a start at first, at least until he recognized who this was and gave a small, slightly embarrassed laugh.

"... I guess I'm not very good at this. But then, I've never even met a pirate before, so..."

He was at least vaguely leaning in the right direction, he thought?

"You look more in your element than me."

[sergeant_slick]

So, war hero. Sure, he could make that work. Talk like a propaganda vid, hastily memorize some local placenames and conflicts, and be all stoic and approving of the local royal they were trying to push into power.

But by all the stars and little planets, it got fucking dull acting that part. War heroes were still allowed to have fun, right? As a treat.

And he'd found a treat and a half earlier today. He'd been out in the markets, seeing the sights. Technically he'd been looking for practical stuff: simple supplies he could use if he ran into problems here.

Then he'd seen the barber shop. And the hair dye.

And now he was just about vibrating with glee over his new dyejob. It didn't look like they'd done anything, not unless you looked close and saw little bits of something glimmering in his hair. At least, not until he ran his hand through it at just the right angle, and suddenly there was color.

And it fucking sparkled.

So he was in high spirits when he spotted someone he recognized.

"Your royal highness!" He looked like he was on the job, didn't he. Or at least on something. "How's Taravast treating you so far?"

Because as far as he was concerned, this was the best place in the galaxy right now.

[jeoha]

Lee Chang winced, turning around to tell the clone that he wasn't a prince anymore then caught himself when he remembered. Ah. Yes. Still pretending he was an ex prince. And his persona probably loved the title even though it no longer applied. So instead, he gave Slick a grimace of a smile.

"The bottles clearly are enchanted to not have bottoms, so I'm doing well." He managed, somehow, to keep the sarcasm in his voice to a minimum.

He raised an eyebrow - and then two - when he saw the man's hair.

"Ah... ah? What - what did they do to your head? Are you alright?"

yo, if you're up for backtagging my brain has finally returned from the war

[sergeant_slick]

"Well that's one way to never feel the hangover." He smiled back, more relaxed and self-assured.

And gleeful, once Lee Chang noticed the hair. "It's dye." He ran a hand through his hair, and the color shifted, before resetting it back to plain, normal black. "I don't know how they do it, but it's better than anything we got our hands on in the army."

There were still a few streaks of sparkling color that he'd missed. He couldn't see them, but he was certain they were there. And he didn't care! This was literally the best thing he'd ever gotten his hands on.

[topoiran]

They meet on the town, because they are in separate teams, but Xunxian tend to observe people, and even in these odd clothes, he thinks he can tell this is one who arrived here with the caravan. And if he is wrong, well. He can handle it. But the tense shoulders don't seem to match up with the supposed merriment.

"You don't seem like you're having much of a good time."

He's just saying. His own attire is ... definitely as challenging and provoking - and revealing as he can make it. The hose is very flattering to his shapely legs, the codpiece is definitely eyecatching, and the tunic above it somehow manages strips of sheer material here and there.

He also needed to extricate himself from two masked ladies to come talk to him, and they are definitely clearly expecting him to return to them rather than drifting off uninterested.

[jeoha]

Lee Chang's own outfit is hardly modest - though perhaps a touch more opaque than Xunxian's own.

He marks the ladies in Xunxian's wake and smirks a little, though makes sure his voice drops enough that they can't make out his words.

"And you seem a little over your head. Why don't we ease the burden for both of us."

Without further permission, he slid an arm around Xunxian's waist and planted a kiss squarely on his cheekbone before saying more loudly:

"Ah - who knew I could be this lucky, tonight. Say goodbye to your friends - I'm whisking you away."

shh i'm not too late to this

[lancifolium]

"Surely this gentleman-" a hand settled on Lee Chang's shoulder as Lily wobbled tipsily, bringing the pair of dice she held in her free hand up.

"Will be my lucky charm for the next round or so," which was the closest she could come to imploring him to linger a moment or two.

It was growing late, and she had had a little too much as a means of dealing with the ruse she had been meant to adopt and feeling less like she was completely in over her head. Unfortunately, the longer she tried to find her footing, the more interested in conversing with her chest area the small group of seedy older men also playing dice became.