Recent content by Hazen

Hazen let out a low chuckle, one of those warm, rumbling ones that started in the chest and rolled into a crooked grin. He watched her drain her drink and belch with all the grace of a back-alley queen. “Honestly?” he said, leaning forward on his elbows, “We don’t see much in the way of women...

Hazen watched her over the rim of his mug, eyes hooded but glinting with something more than just amusement now. He took a healthy mouthful as she spoke, letting the burn of ale settle in his chest as he listened. She was all rough edges and buried bruises, a survivor through and through. The...

Hazen had just been having a piss. A well-earned piss, at that. He'd just helped liberate a merchant caravan of its burdens (namely gold, silk, and ego), and was riding the euphoric high of a job well done, bellied up in a roadside tavern with two girls and a bottle of something so strong it had...

Hazen let out a low, appreciative whistle as Suzzy kicked the bastard one more time and spat blood on him, the crowd around them chuckling at her display. She was a true natural—ferocious and unbothered by the spectacle. She wasn't playing at it; she was it. He ran a hand through his hair and...

Hazen grimaced here and there, people tossed coins up at him, cheering louder now they had a stake in the fight. Fuck, she was savage. And it was awesome. Hazen let out a slow whistle, shaking his head with a grin that was equal parts admiration and amusement. He hadn’t even needed to lift a...

Hazen gasped, clutching his chest with his free hand as if she’d stabbed him. “Hardly call that luck?” he repeated, scandalised. “Sweetheart, I just saved your very pretty face from being rearranged by a flying barstool, and this is the thanks I get?” He pressed a hand to his bleeding lip...

Hazen was nothing if not a man of momentum. One shot of firewater burned its way down his throat. Then another. And a third. The sharp sting barely registered, drowned beneath the electric hum of adrenaline still thrumming in his veins. His split lip ached, but it only made his smirk sharper as...

He was no stranger to the occasional slap from the opposite sex, but the punch took him entirely by surprise. He staggered back, and might have fallen if not for a couple of men in the crowd who caught him and pushed him back with a chorus of laughter. Hazen let his tongue flick over the split...

Hazen didn’t move at first. He just leaned back in his chair, one arm draped over the backrest, watching the chaos unfold with an amused, predatory gleam in his eyes. He took a slow sip of his drink as Suzzy went down, her chair toppling, her beer soaking into her trousers. For a brief second...

Hazen pushed through the crowd with easy confidence, slipping into a spot by the barrier just as a particularly vicious hit landed below. He winced, exhaling a low whistle, but his attention quickly shifted to the girl beside him. She stood out like a sore thumb—wide-eyed, stiff as a board...

Hazen’s grin spread wide, his eyes glinting with the promise of what was to come. “Oh, I can get you in the ring,” he said, raising his cup in a mock salute. “And I’ve got a feeling you’d make an absolute killing. Wipe the floor with a few gobshytes, get paid, and have a good time doing it.” He...

Hazen's dark eyes gleamed with newfound interest as Suzzy spoke, each word solidifying a plan that had begun to hatch in his mind. He leaned back, fingers drumming lightly on the worn wood of the table, a half-smile forming on his lips. Suzzy was a wildcard, a storm wrapped in a crooked grin and...

Hazen laughed, shaking his head at Suzzy’s bluntness. “You’re livin' the dream, clearly,” he said with a wry smile. “Who needs the high life when you’ve got free drinks, a brawl now and then, and the occasional... well, perks?” He glanced around the tavern as if sizing it up with new eyes, then...

Hazen chuckled, shaking his head at her question. “Not quite.” He leaned back in his chair, eyes gleaming with amusement as he let out a low laugh. “Seems my hot date has either changed their mind or got a bit lost in this lovely part of town. I’m not holding my breath, though. Not the first...

Hazen watched Suzzy with an amused glint in his eye, his fingers still idly spinning a coin on the table. Her casual confidence was impossible to miss, and Hazen couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath as she snatched up another drink and turned her attention on him. “I'd say you're welcome...