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18. The Captain and The Engineer: The Captain’s Debt (PART 2)

Taken by surprise, Aiden’s eyes snapped up as an antagonistic man strode up to their table from behind Vincent and Damien. “What the-?” Aiden started but cut himself off as the man slammed his hands down on the edge of their table and turned a wry, dark smile upon Vincent’s sudden stoic expression. He leaned forward over Vincent slightly, challenge flashing in his eyes as he asked, “So Vincent, do you have it?”
From his left, Damien began to grumble but Vincent wasn’t paying attention. A stoic expression remained upon his face as he gave a small sigh and stared down into his mug and said, “No.” “No?” came the mocking tone. Vincent, appearing unbothered by this threatening man beside him, responded boredly, “No, and I’m afraid I do not know what you are talking about. I do not gamble and I have no debts.” Beside him, Damien turned bodily, sliding one leg out from under the bench as he readied himself to possibly jump in at any moment.
“Then allow me to refresh your memory,” came a smooth, slightly deep voice from behind Vincent. Aiden’s eyes turned towards the speaker. The speaker was an lovely, effeminate man, with a rose shaped eyepatch over his left eye and dressed up nicer than his apparent partner who was more muscular, scarred, and intimidating. To Vincent’s right, the man gave a slight chuckle. “Do you even remember? Heh, after all you WERE pretty drunk off your ass. I’d be surprised if you can even remember what you had for dinner last night.”
Aiden’s brow furrowed as Damien moved to stand. “You best watch yourself,” Damien snarled but Aiden’s gaze returned to Vincent who had ignored the jab and lifted his mug to his lips and took a generous gulp as the man behind him began to explain, stepping closer as he paced slowly. “It may not be habitual of you, darling, but seven months ago you and your pretty boy guard dog over there were at The Fat Lady’s drinking and betting that no one could beat him in the arm wrestling. Micah here was winning until you did that silly stumble of yours and broke his concentration. We lost a lot of money that night.” Vincent said nothing as he set his mug down and gave a sigh as if bored with the whole conversation.
Finally after a moment, the man who was apparently Micah growled, “Well don’t you have anything to say at all for yourself?” Vincent turned his bored gaze upon the man and then glanced over his shoulder to quickly cast his gaze over the man behind him. A moment later his eyes met Micah’s and he responded firmly, “You are lying. I don’t know who you are or why you’re even here but I’m going to warn you one time: Leave.”
There was a loud silence and all was still in the tavern. Then suddenly, Vincent found his collar grabbed and was yanked off the bench and to his feet by Micah with rough force.
“HEY!” Aiden exclaimed as Damien simultaneously cursed, “Who the fuck do you think you are?” Damien had jumped to his feet, spreading his arms wide in taunt. Aiden had begun to rise as well!
Meanwhile, from behind them the other part of the antagonist duo stood there, watching with air of annoyance as the two converged upon his partner. “Bloody Hell,” he groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose and gazed out at the scene before him. “What a fucking idiot.”
Micah’s fingers clenched tightly upon Vincent’s collar as he roughly pushed him to stand straight and glared into his face before grinning darkly. “One way or another, I’ll get what I’m owed out of you. At this point I don’t care if its coin or flesh.”
What happened next happened so very quickly! Aiden had just pulled his leg out from under the table and was standing when suddenly Vincent’s hand grasped his attacker’s wrists. Micah’s eyes widened in what Aiden fleetingly recognized as fear as Micah gazed back into Vincent’s eyes. Whatever it was he saw there made him falter that split second. The next thing Aiden realized, Vincent had maneuvered around, twisting the larger Micah around so his arm was twisted up behind him! Vincent’s left hand pressed to Micah’s head and roughly pressed him face down into the table beside them and drew his left foot to press to the bench for better leverage. Micah exclaimed, “SHIT!” in surprise and pain as he twisted his face to gaze up over his shoulder. His right cheek was an angry red and swollen from the impact!
Behind him, the other man who was with Micah gasped and stared in clear surprise. He…hadn’t expected Vincent to be so skilled and ready to fight back. Glancing over, he saw a smug smirk on the one bionic man’s face and the rather impressed expression on the blonde’s.
Vincent’s fingers curled into Micah’s scalp as he growled, “Now you’re just being rude, Micah. It IS Micah, right? I warned you to leave and now here we are. The next time you decide to slander my name…” He pressed up on Micah’s arm, causing him to gasp and jump with momentary pain as he clung to the side of the table and tried to get his footing better. Instead, Vincent pressed his face harder into the table and raised his arm higher so it nearly dislocated causing Micah to grit his teeth. “…remember I’m not just a pretty face.”
From behind them, Damien smirked and chuckled. He was all for stepping in but the truth was he knew Vincent was more than capable. Beside him, Aiden stood with wide eyes as he gazed upon Vincent handling and manhandling his attacker with calm and ease. “Wow,” he murmured, causing Damien to glance over with a tiny smirk. To be honest, the sight of seeing the smaller, quiet captain suddenly defending himself so epically was…quite arousing! Well there was definitely more to Vincent than he let on!
“Well THIS has certainly been an invigorating experience,” came the wry voice of the nicely dressed man with the rose eyepatch. Hearing that, Micah get a grunt of frustration and shouted with a slight muffle, “Damn you, Thorn! Help me out!”
Vincent glanced slightly over his shoulder, fingers tightening on Micah’s wrists as he gazed at the man called Thorn. Thorn stared and finally gave a dramatic sigh and nonchalantly began to head for the door. “To what end? You’ve done gone ahead and got yourself into this mess. Why should I dirty my hands to help you when you’re the one going off being an idiot?” He pulled open the door and turned, fingers gently tapping the door jamb as he waited for his partner even though Micah was still under Vincent’s leverage.
There was a loud clearing of the throat from across the room where the the tavern keeper spoke firmly, “You boys need to take this quarrel outside! I won’t tolerate this!” Vincent glanced over at the man with a small sigh, nodded, then released Micah before taking a step back and standing between Damien and Aiden.
Micah groaned in pain as his arms were released from the painful pressure they’d been under for the last fifteen seconds or so. He barely managed to catch himself from sliding over, pushing to stand and facing Vincent and the other two men as he breathed hard and heavy, shoulders moving with each frustrated breath. For a long moment, no one said anything as the crew stared down Micah who seemed like he was going to charge like a bull.
Micah stared at Vincent who gazed back into his eyes, seeing how his right eye was swollen nearly shut and scratched up from the roughness of the table. The tiniest smirk touched the corner of Vincent’s lips as he felt a touch of pride in his handiwork which made Micah see red. He took a step forward, but Thorn’s sharp voice commanded, “Micah!” which made him stop on the spot. He stared into Vincent’s eye then turned on his heel and walked out, cursing under his breath, “One way or another…fucking Hell…”
Thorn held open the door with a wry smile though his eye reflected his inner frustration with his partner. “Idiot,” he scoffed. Once Micah made his way out to the sunny street, Thorn turned to look at Vincent and his crewmates with that same wry smile. “Not quite the pleasure to see you again but we will be in touch.” And he left, shutting the door.
Vincent’s eyes followed the pair of them as they quickly ducked their way around the tavern to the alleyway though he could make out the silhouette of Thorn smacking the side of Micah’s head. With a roll of his eyes, Vincent went to sit at the bench and tried to ignore all the stares from the few other patrons as Damien walked to the door and peeked out to make sure they were really gone.
Across from him, Aiden slowly sat down with wide eyes. “That was…unexpected. What was THAT about?” Vincent huffed and stared down into his empty mug and reached for the pitcher so he could refill it. He needed it now. “Fuck if I know,” he explained with a shrug. “I’ve never seen either of them before. No matter how drunk I have ever been, I don’t gamble; stupidest thing I’ve ever heard: me better on an arm wrestling competition.”
Damien returned at that moment and took his seat beside Vincent and furrowed his brow as he went into thought. “I…don’t know, Vincent. I mean we DID go out to the Fat Lady’s last time we were here. You know sometimes I do those competitions for extra coins.” Even Aiden had seen Damien go at it once. If he had the money he might have even considered betting on him! Aiden’s concerned gaze moved from Damien to Vincent once more. “Is it possible you might have just that one time?”
Vincent frowned into his now filled mug and then drained halfway with a small shrug. “No. Maybe. I don’t know!” He leaned forward, hunched slightly and drew the mug a little closer. He couldn’t remember the duo or even being at the Fat Lady’s Tavern but if Damien said they were indeed there that night…was it possible he HAD done it after all in his drunken stupor?
The rest of their meeting didn’t last very long at all. The whole mood had dampened and even the rest of the patrons in the tavern were quiet and often staring and it was causing Vincent’s anxiety to spike. He quickly paid for his crew’s drinks and bit extra for the inconvenience of his attacker. Vincent approached the table once more, eyes downcast as he said to Aiden, “I’ll be at the ship tomorrow around three o’clock. See you tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow…”
“Damien, I’ll see you tomorrow too?”
“Yeah, I’ll be there. Want me to walk you home?”
Vincent shook his head. “I’ll be fine as I just demonstrated.” He didn’t look at them as he turned, ducking out behind the door and heading back towards his home quickly as he tried to analyze all that had happened and tried to sort truth from lies.
Aiden wanted to follow him but he could see Vincent was in one of those moods where he really just wanted to be alone to sort out his thoughts. He hadn’t known the man very long but there were parts of him that was very telling. He glanced over at Damien who quirked his mouth and sighed. “Doesn’t sound like its over, does it?” Aiden shook his head and frowned.
Meanwhile, out in the alley, Thorn stood with Micah who was lowering his hand from his eye with a hiss as Thorn looked it over. Finally he gave a huff. “You are a fucking idiot, Micah, I swear. I’ll take care of that when we get back…maybe” Micah frowned and turned as he leaned against the nearby building and rotated his now sore arm. “Fucking Hell. He just caught me off guard is all.” “No shit!” snapped Thorn, lip curling in disgust. “Why can’t you just THINK for one God damn minute instead of rushing in. God, THIS is why you can never go off on your own. You. Need. Me.”
Micah didn’t give a response. He knew Thorn was right. Feeling frustrated, Thorn glanced over towards the road…and saw Vincent Dubois walking alone with his head down and hunched slightly as he focused on just getting home. A smirk grew on Thorn’s lips as he said, “Seems like we may be able to get to have some fun after all.”

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This scene was taken in Second Life at Victorian London – Time Portal in the Meat Pie Shop behind the Ten Bells Tavern (located in city square)!
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***Please note this is a BOY LOVE (BL/yaoi/gay) series. It is a slow burn and rated PG13!***
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Special thank you to Vin Raven-Mysterious/Be My Mannequin? Pose Store for collaborating with me on this series and co-starring as The Captain!
FUN NOTE: Vin also made the poses for both these shots of Part 2! Isn’t his attention to detail awesome and so natural looking?! Go check out Be My Mannequin? Pose Store to see more of his epic poses!

Also thank you to our other costars:

Logan Owle- Damien
Toxzen OwO- Micah
Diavkha- Thorn

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