Amilynne hunched her shoulders a bit more as the door closed in her face. Tucking her chin she smirked to herself as she thought over what to do next, when a voice behind her made her start. She quickly hid her tooth, and spun around, clutching the bottle and glasses to her chest.
"I-I'm not a Yordle, s-sir... atleast I-I don't think so...." She said as she made the glasses disappear into her jacket, before running off below decks back to her room. When she got there the sailor in her cabin was just starting to wake up, so she mussed her hair and placed a glass on it's side on the table before taking a seat across from him, producing another glass filled with a deep red liquid. She set the bottle of liquor on the table and poured a little into the glass before knocking the glass over onto the sailor, fully waking him up.
"I-I'm schorry, 'ope I didn' ruin the moment...." She said, faking a near perfect hic at the end of it and downing the rest of her glass. She leaned across the table and threw her arms around the sailor, knocking the bandage from his neck, "What chay ye come back 'ere later an' we 'an continue thisch little... trist?" she said, landing a long kiss on the sailors cheek. The sailor started at finding a woman in his arms aboard the ship before standing up and making his way towards the door, "Come back now." She blew the sailor a kiss as he opened the door slowly and rubbed his neck, the wound almost fully closed. Her smile grew as the door clicked softly behind the sailor. She then made her way to her bed and threw herself on it, rolling onto her side and staring at the wall counting the rings in the wood used to make the ship.