Poster: Neale Frasier
Post # 1
Neale, Patrick and Robert Frasier
There was an eerie light along the docks. The glow of street
lamps, the flicker of lanterns from within the establishments, the peek
and hide of the moon as the clouds slid across it. Neale Frasier
watched those who passed, the occasional tendril of smoke from the
confines of his pipe, the escape of the same from the corner of his
lips. The flat of his foot rested to the pole where he stood.
A lean? Neale Frasier? But this was not the Duke of Falkirk,
here at the docks. This ... was the Captain of Flame's Fury.
A black, wool coat had been donned against the chill so close to the
water, shielding the immaculate attire beneath. Some things didn't
change according to title. At the moment, nothing seemed to hold
his attention for long ... he was ... a seaman with time on his hands.
It was more than the eerie glow but whispered words of seduction as
certain ones passed in hope they had a spare coin for a favor. Patrick
passed off their offers but sometimes spared a coin anyway. He had other
matters on his mind to be waylaid even if tempted. Green eyes were
tempered by the night in darkness held as he headed to where the Fury
was docked. He knew his brother would be about and sought his company.
Someone had to worry on the oldest! Why he was such a thorn in his side.
Cloak donned for the crisp air of autumn as the ankle length brushed
against his boots in the determined stride that took him down along the
pier before rounding on the majestic silhouette of his brother's ship
against the moonlight backdrop. "Good night to be out." Called
to his brother as he approached.
Another long pull of the tobacco, the exhale was tilted to the side and
the pipe lowered. "So it seems, for here you are."
He smiled, dropping his foot from where he had it propped on the post.
Good for all three perhaps. Rob had been meeting with a
prospective client and was now making his way along the docks. He had
turned in that direction just to see Neale's ship. It had been a while.
Familiar figures ahead had him slowing slightly in his approach.
He was up along the rail as a fragrant cigar was pulled from an inner
pocket of his cloak. The flare of the match struck along the bottom of
his boot before setting the cigar to life. Grayish smoke lifted to trail
about his head as teeth clenched in hold as he grinned around it, even
spoke through his teeth. "Well, I'll be, a ship rat coming to make
a home on the Fury."
Neale pitched forward, looking around the thorn there at his side to
catch a glimpse of family. Neale motioned the other Frasier over.
It was a fine night for a family gathering. But then, when wasn't
it in Neale's opinion?
"Not likely." He chuckled as he approached his brothers.
The chill of the evening was kept at bay by a heavy cloak. "Taking
in the night air, both of you?"
The sight of a beautiful lady, graceful lines and gentle movements,
could always draw a man. The Fury was no different in her allure.
"It is a fine night for it, so I'm told." Greens touched
on Patrick before returning to Robert. "There's no reason not
to enjoy the evening inside a tavern, though, Brothers, if you wouldn't
mind my buying the first round." He grinned, turning just
enough to tap the bowl of his pipe against the support of that pole, the
contents disappearing into the darkness of sea...and shadow.
One of the more seedy taverns along the boardwalk burst into shouting
after a window was smashed. It split the quiet of the night as fighting
commenced. One started and then others getting in on the fun. A woman's
high pitched voice then pierced as a man tried to grab her and another
flattened him out with a good right hook. "And the sights."
Uplift of his chin to the commotion that was started up.
"I don't mind at all." He looked over his shoulder at the
fight and grinned, watching a moment. "So I see. Amusing
enough as long as it doesn't involve us."
"And so the evening continues..." The pipe was tucked
away to an inside pocket of his coat, watching the ruckus just
down the way from them. A hand fell on Patrick's shoulder as the eldest
Frasier started down the street. "I know just the
He followed behind the two, glancing over his shoulder once more at the
fight. Grin appearing then he hurried to catch up.
"I'm game." He was in a mood for some drinking as with the
grasp of Neale's hand on his shoulder he was moving too. Smoke trailed
as the cigar was moved to one side of his mouth as they walked along.
The smoke would not get in his eyes that way but it was angled from
where he positioned himself to land in Robert's.
For the most part, the tavern seemed quiet enough. Several of the
tables nearer the walls had already been claimed by other patrons, those
preferring their solitude or just the company they had arrived with.
The lanterns were turned down so that the glow illuminated just enough,
the fire in the large stone hearth added a reddish orange blend of light
and warmth. Bar maids leaned near the bar. The hour was
still young, but they were ready for when the traffic of patrons finally
arrived. Two pushed up from their lazy stances as the three men
He stepped to the side to avoid the smoke, smirking slightly at the
younger Frasier. The tavern was studied as he followed the two
inside. Then it was on to a quick study of the patrons. Not
too bad a place.
Of course there was a lot of cleavage to show, of the two bar maids
abandoning their leans, that had Patrick wondering if that was their
only qualification needed here. He was grinning however as the cigar was
spent enough to crush out in an ashtray to a table near the door where
they entered. "Perfect." Mumbled under his breath as one was
already sashaying their way with the widest of grins, still her
attributes lower than her chin would draw the eye first.
"Two whiskeys, Chloe ..." Neale began as the maid
"Aye, Captain, for the gents and a coffee for you?" She
didn't pause when she reached them, just circled on around all three.
They could look but she could too!
Patrick would pose briefly too with a wink given her. So this was Chloe.
He eyed his brother as that grin only got wider. Information stored away
for an opportune time to be placed well.
When she came back around, Neale was smiling. "...and a
coffee for me, yes." Chloe twitched off a flirtatious
wink of proposition in Patrick's direction but she was nodding.
"Aye, Captain...I'll be seeing to your every need... You..."
Once more the other two promising companions were eyed. "and
yours. Take a seat, Lovie..." A turn, a glance over her
shoulder to Robert, and the woman was on her way. Neale turned to
look back to his brothers. "Nearer the fire?"
Rob watched Chloe circle, a half grin appearing now. Patrick was
in his element here and that made the grin turn into a full blown one.
He watched Chloe walk away, hand over his heart after she glanced at
him. "Hmmm?" Back to Neale. "Fire be
The gathering of serving maids at the bar swarmed around the one who had
taken their orders, words spoken low between them all ... with a look
every so often in the direction of the three.
He was watching that nice rounded backside as the woman moved away.
"Warmer the better." Although that might not need the fire in
the hearth here by the looks of it. A hand fell to Robert's shoulder as
he noted he was checking out the same view before it was away as he
passed heading for one of the tables near the hearth. He pulled out a
seat before his cloak was shrugged off and hung over its back then
settling down into a comfortable sprawl.
Fire it would be then. By the fire, a table claimed the corner ...
and that was the one Patrick chose. Neale shrugged from his own
longcoat, a smoothing of hand over the black wool as he folded it over
his arm, then just as Patrick had, draped it over the back of a chair.
Not even the one he meant to sit in.
The lasses at the bar were noted as he did the same as his brothers.
Cloak removed, placed over the chair and he sat, stretching out his
legs. Both hands rose to rake through his hair before coming to
rest on the table.
Chloe wouldn't waste any time in returning to service these particular
men. A tray was balanced next to her shoulder with a bottle, two
glasses and a steaming cup of coffee. The view only got better as
she leaned to place the items on the table. "Can I be getting
you anything else at the moment?" A look to Neale first, for
the offer was genuinely all business for him, but the look she passed
over the other two was far from businesslike. It was downright
dripping with desire. Neale cleared his throat, reaching for his
coffee cup as he stretched out a leg. "Chloe...I'm well
suited for now."
Hands were up to lace behind his head as forest green eyes trailed the
movements of Chloe in her approached. Far better than watching the fight
down at the docks. He could wonder how his brother found this place but
in that same thought he knew there would be some kind of business
reason. The look only brought that sly grin to spread. "I'm fine
for now." Lazy cat look that could imply that could change at any
A moment's notice would be all she needed. The tip of her tongue
teased the corner of her lip, and she nodded. "Don't be shy
in the asking, now, aye?"
"As am I." He winked at Chloe and turned his attention to the
whiskey. Two glasses poured, one pushed over to Patrick.
That was directed to the man pouring the whiskey too ... She nodded,
knowing not to overstay her welcome lest she not be ... welcomed back
... and she used her figure and her experience to her advantage as she
As the glass was pushed his way, hands fell from their rest as he sat up
more to a lean. Forearm braced along the edge of the table as the other
hand was put to use claiming that glass. "Not a shy bone in my
body." Dark Frasier green-eyed look her way came to dip down
appreciatively before turned upon his brothers.
"Not a shy one, but plenty of bones to be aching if you dared a
tumble with that one." NOT that Neale knew from experience,
but word traveled quick between seamen when the open blue was all that
held their time. Chloe was not known as a gentle lass ...
mainly the reason she always approached first. There was a pecking
order...and Chloe always had first peck at any new roosters.
"When did you find this place Neale?" Instead of why although
the one in his thoughts was more appealing to know than the actual one
asked. Neale would tell them if he wished and only if he wished. "A
good ache never hurt a Frasier man." Better than other aches.
Of course it was. He looked at Patrick with a grin, turning
slightly from him to watch Chloe walk away. "Kind of ache
that one prefers."