The Colour of Vengeance by Rob J. Hayes

at the sound of alcohol.
    Thorn laughed, though Henry thought it sounded more like a dagger scraping against stone. “Ya know, I thought he were dead.”
    The drunk opened his eyes and squinted up at them. He looked to be handsome underneath all the dirt from sleeping on the street. “You there,” he slurred, pointing a hand somewhere in the vicinity of Thorn. “Good sir, I will do anything for a drink and I do mean anything. I will gladly blow your trumpet.”
    Henry had to stop herself from laughing but Thorn just looked confused. “What the fuck did he jus' say.”
    “Blow your trumpet,” the drunk said again. “Play your pipe. Suck on your sausage... er...” The drunk faltered to a stop.
    Thorn was starting to look more angry than confused now. “You some sort o' weird?”
    The drunk looked up with the most innocent of smiles on his face. “What? Me? No. Of course not... Unless you are. If that's the case then sure. Why not.”
    “What?” Henry looked at Thorn; he had that look on his face, the look like he wanted to punch something. Henry knew that look all too well, it was one of her favourites. Still, there was something about the drunk... something about his face.
    “Thorn. I reckon he's blooded,” Henry said, still grinning from ear to ear, still suppressing her laughter.
    Thorn peered at the drunk, his face slipping back into its expressionless mask. He always was easy to distract. “Reckon ya might be right.”
    “Never had a blooded 'fore,” Henry mused. “You only suck cock or you know ya way 'round a cunt too?”
    The drunk swung his lazy gaze to Henry and his face lit up into a handsome smile. “For you, my lady, I would do anything... Well, for you and for a drink. I will take you to the heights of pleasure. I will make the earth move. I will make you see the Gods.”
    “Uh huh.” Henry quite liked the way he talked, all fanciful and well spoken. She wasn't about to admit that to anyone though. “Inside, both of ya.”
    The tavern wasn't busy but then it rarely got busy before dark. It wasn't the sort of place reputable people visited, not that there were many reputable people in Solantis, it was more the sort of place where thieves and criminals and sell-swords hung out. A dangerous combination and no mistake but all were kept in line out of fear. Henry had a reputation; had a name and it was almost as big and as dark as the Black Thorn's these days.
    “Josef,” she called to the man tending the place. “This here is Thorn. He's a good friend o' mine. Get him anythin' he wants. I'll be in the back room.” She grabbed hold of the drunk by the shirt and pulled him along just before he started asking Josef for a drink. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Thorn laugh and sit himself down, as far away from the door as possible and with his back to a wall.
    Henry opened the door to the back room, pushed the blooded drunk through and then closed it behind her. She pushed the drunk to his knees, leaned back against the door and pulled her belt free, letting her trousers fall so she was naked from the waist down except for her boots, they took so long to take off there wasn't a chance she was bothering. “Go on then, get to it.”
    The drunk swayed a little on his knees and then focused his eyes on her crotch. “About that drink.”
    “Ya can get as shit-faced hammered as ya like after.”
    “Right you are,” the drunk said with a grin and went at it with a passion. Didn't take long for Henry to be soaking wet and she found herself making a noise something like a purring cat as the blooded drunk kissed and licked and sucked at her cunt. She grabbed hold of the door frame to steady herself and cocked her right leg to give him better access. He responded by waggling his tongue around inside of her to a chorus of squelches .
    It was Thorn's fault. Strange to think of the ugly bastard while she had some blooded man's tongue inside of her but there it was. Seeing him again had made her think