Academy's Pervert in the D Class

Kuri drank.

She worked through the first mug without pause.

Her throat moved with each swallow.

The short black top pulled tight across her chest. Bare skin at her midriff stayed visible under the tavern light.

She set the empty mug down and reached for the second.

Ameth watched the table. The tavern noise filled the space between them. Neither of them added to it.

Two men at the bar argued louder. One slapped the wood again.

Near the window the merchants had put the map away and were counting coins.

The fire in the hearth shifted and sent a small wave of heat across the room. A lone drinker at a side table coughed once and went back to staring at his cup.

Kuri finished half of the second mug before she set it down with more force than necessary.

The wood under it made a sharp sound. She looked at the ceiling.

"I didn’t get paid," she said.

Ameth said nothing.

"The job was to bring him in." Kuri picked the mug back up. "I didn’t bring him in. Therefore." She gestured at the empty air with one hand. "No payment."

She drank again. A drop of liquid caught at the corner of her mouth. She wiped it with the back of her hand.

"You got paid," she said, looking at Ameth sideways.

"I saw the pouch. That’s a big pouch. Very heavy pouch." She pointed at it with one finger. "You should pay for my drinks."

"No," Ameth said.

"I have had a terrible afternoon."

"I know."

"Then you should pay for my drinks."

"No."

Kuri made a short sound that was not a word and drank again.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stared at the table.

The bruising along her left jaw stood out red against her skin. The short top rode higher when she leaned forward.

More of her midriff showed. The fitted black pants stretched across her thighs as she shifted in the chair.

"He’s stronger than he looks," she said.

"Significantly. Offensively stronger than he looks. Walking around school like he can barely light a candle and then—" She stopped. Set the mug down.

Picked it up again. "Lying bastard. He’s a lying bastard. Deceptive, sneaky, conniving little shit. Smiling at everyone with that stupid face."

Ameth looked at the table.

"You know what he did?" Kuri said. She did not wait for an answer.

"He was on a swing. He sat on a children’s swing in the forest and swung back and forth and whistled. Like he was seven years old. Very carefree. Very innocent. I almost felt bad about the job."

She drank.

"Almost... Then he punched me into a tree."

"He punched you into a tree," Ameth said.

"Through a tree. It fell over." Kuri held up one finger for emphasis.

"A whole tree. It fell over. From one punch." She drank again. "Smug little fucker."

She leaned back in the chair. The black top stretched tight across her chest.

The bare strip of her stomach stayed in view. She looked at the ceiling.

"And then." She paused. Let the pause sit.

"He tied me up. With some wooden cuffs. That he made. In the middle of the forest. Where does a person get wood cuffs in the middle of a forest? He made them. From nothing." She gestured again. "Sneaky piece of shit."

She picked up the mug, found it empty, looked into it with clear displeasure, and set it back down.

"And then," she continued, her voice dropping slightly, "he left me there."

Ameth glanced at her.

"Unconscious," Kuri said.

"In the forest. Without my clothes." She said the last three words with precise spacing.

"He took my clothes. He left me tied to a tree without my clothes and then he just—" She made a walking-away gesture with two fingers. "Left."

Ameth looked at her.

"When I woke up," Kuri said, "there were squirrels."

A short silence.

"Three of them. Sitting on a branch. Looking at me." Kuri pointed at her own face.

"Right at me. Like I was something interesting that had appeared in their forest." She picked up the empty mug, remembered it was empty, set it down again.

"I had to get back into the city without a single piece of clothing. Do you know how difficult that is? There were people on the road. I had to go through the ditch behind the east wall. The smelly ditch."

She fell silent.

"Rat bastard," she said finally.

The fitted pants pulled tight across her hips as she shifted.

The short top rode up again. Bare skin showed between the hem and the waistband of the pants.

Fresh bruising along her jaw moved when she spoke.

Her dark hair stayed damp at the temples.

She ordered two more beers which arrived as soon as she showed her fingers.

Her eyes glowed in delight when they landed on the table with a dull thud.

She was reaching for the mug when a shadow fell across the table from the right.

Neither of them had heard anyone approach.

Ameth looked up first.

Then Kuri.

A figure stood beside the empty chair at their table.

Average height. Dark hair, slightly untidy.

Hazel eyes moving between the two of them with mild, pleasant interest.

He looked at Kuri.

Kuri looked at him.

"Lor?" Ameth said.

She said it slowly. The word came out careful, as if she was not certain the person standing there was real.

Lor pulled out the empty chair and sat down.

He settled into it without hurry. He put his elbows on the table and looked between them.

His face stayed calm.

He looked as if he had arrived exactly where he intended to arrive.

"Ameth," he said. His voice was pleasant.

He turned his head toward Kuri.

"You are here too Kuri. You smell good. Did you take a bath?"

Kuri’s face went still.

She picked up a full mug and threw it straight at his face.

Lor leaned left.

The beer arced past his right ear and hit the wall behind him.

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