Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2011 15:34:34 GMT -5
"No coin, no booze," the salt and pepper mustache twitched with irritation as the bar keeper stared down a penniless patron.
"Ah come on, I'll pay you back later!" the man pleaded.
"No," the finality behind the single word struck like a blow.
"Damn you!" the man lunged across the bar. But the barkeeper was fast on his feet and his fishman bouncer was even quicker. The drunk didn't stand a chance against the fishman's superior strength, but he made sure to send an onslaught of curses and spittle towards the barkeeper before being tossed out.
Marsh landed back first onto the cobble streets with his limbs sprawled out against the stone. He laid there for a while, his eyes blinked several times as he stared up into the night sky. There were countless stars tonight for the moon was not out tonight. It was dark
"Whiskers" Marsh rubbed his back with one hand as his other helped him stagger onto his feet. "No coin, no booze my ass," the man smirked to himself as he drew a large bottle of rum from underneath his ragged duster cloak. He had swiped it when he lunged across the bar, for that was the real reason he made the lunge. It took considerate effort to protect the bottle from fishman, but Marsh was a bandit by trade and an alcoholic by religion. A dry night to Marsh was more rare than a night with a lunar eclipse. "Suckers," he said into the bottle as he pressed it against his lip and let the bittersweet liquid bring him to life. Or did it kill him?
Then in a rhythm between steps and taking swigs of the bottle, Whiskers began to make his way towards the next closest tavern. One bottle wasn't going to suffice tonight.
Little did the man know, under the starry sky, two shadows stalked him. Tonight was a night for intervention.
Ramza was nervous. Not since he was an apprentice under his former master did he ever have a partner. Most of the time, your partner was more dangerous than the mark. This was one of those times. "The Whisper" watched his newly found partner, Anari the "Swift Kiss" as they moved through the darkness. This would have been easier done solo.
Ramza held onto his collapsed staff in his right hand; he breathed in the crisp night air. Anari wasn't to be trusted.