Post by thearcguardian on Dec 5, 2015 16:27:15 GMT -5
The town of Zoiton was bustling today, as it normally was. Merchants selling large sums of vegetables, fish, and meats from the farm lands and off the coast nearby. The entire town was engulfed in the scent of wood stoves burning and delicious meals abound. To be in the city and not be hungry is a sin. At least that's what it feels like if you enter this place. Here we find one of our many adventures starting, with a young scrawny lad who had just walked into a bar.
The boy certainly didn't seem like the type to have money, and that was the first reaction of the bartender. The boy was much too young to be drinking, dirty from head to toe, clothes tattered like no other. Carrying a sack on his shoulder with loud clanking noises abound. The boy would make his way straight to the front of the bar. Ignoring the snickers of the drunks who he was currently sharing the pub with. As he sat down he'd look up at the barkeep. Who was busy trying his best not to bust out laughing. The boys eyes said that he thought this was perfectly normal, and his smile made him seem like he wasn't trying to pull any fast one or something. As the barkeep looks he'd jokingly ask, "well, what can I do for ya?" The boy not immediately noticing the sarcasm in the man's voice without skipping a beat would reply, "Two shots of Spiced Rum and a cup of good Grog." His voice was without a hint of joking, which only made it funnier to the bartender and drunks. The bartender leaning forward would smirk and say,"Aren't you a little young to be drinking? Why don't you head across the street and see if you can get a glass of milk from the maids." which only made the drunks laugh harder. Which, in return, pissed off Cid.
Cid would reach up and grab the guys collar, yanking towards him with a hefty amount of force. If the bartender was expecting it and prepared himself, he might of been able to stop it. But due to the shock of the movement the bartender was face to face with the boy, " I don't want 'milk'. I want rum, beer, grog, ya piss toothed pin head. So ya gonna serve a paying customer or ya gonna keep acting like a shitegob?" A series of ' ooos ' and mild chuckles seemed to fill the bar in reaction to the 'tough guy'. The bartender having none of it would pull his collar away and say sternly,"I think you need to leave, before I drag you out on your ear. Brat." and like that, that was all the boy needed to spark his anger. Jumping up onto the bar and grabbing the man's shoulders, he'd reel his head forward and slammed the top of it straight into the man's nose. Breaking it on impact and caused the man to fall back squirming on the floor, calling the boy every curse word in the book. Two of the drunks would pick up the boy and his bag and toss him straight out into the middle of the street, ready to teach this punk a lesson they'd step out cracking their knuckles in order to get revenge for their favorite bartender. Cid would dust himself off and toss his bag to the side, standing up and cracking his own knuckles, " Ya wanna piece of me? Come on then! If I can't get a drink I can at least get a fight! " Well, no one could say that exciting things didn't happen in the city. As a few of the civilians would watch, not stepping in as usual, most people are too scared to get involved.
The boy certainly didn't seem like the type to have money, and that was the first reaction of the bartender. The boy was much too young to be drinking, dirty from head to toe, clothes tattered like no other. Carrying a sack on his shoulder with loud clanking noises abound. The boy would make his way straight to the front of the bar. Ignoring the snickers of the drunks who he was currently sharing the pub with. As he sat down he'd look up at the barkeep. Who was busy trying his best not to bust out laughing. The boys eyes said that he thought this was perfectly normal, and his smile made him seem like he wasn't trying to pull any fast one or something. As the barkeep looks he'd jokingly ask, "well, what can I do for ya?" The boy not immediately noticing the sarcasm in the man's voice without skipping a beat would reply, "Two shots of Spiced Rum and a cup of good Grog." His voice was without a hint of joking, which only made it funnier to the bartender and drunks. The bartender leaning forward would smirk and say,"Aren't you a little young to be drinking? Why don't you head across the street and see if you can get a glass of milk from the maids." which only made the drunks laugh harder. Which, in return, pissed off Cid.
Cid would reach up and grab the guys collar, yanking towards him with a hefty amount of force. If the bartender was expecting it and prepared himself, he might of been able to stop it. But due to the shock of the movement the bartender was face to face with the boy, " I don't want 'milk'. I want rum, beer, grog, ya piss toothed pin head. So ya gonna serve a paying customer or ya gonna keep acting like a shitegob?" A series of ' ooos ' and mild chuckles seemed to fill the bar in reaction to the 'tough guy'. The bartender having none of it would pull his collar away and say sternly,"I think you need to leave, before I drag you out on your ear. Brat." and like that, that was all the boy needed to spark his anger. Jumping up onto the bar and grabbing the man's shoulders, he'd reel his head forward and slammed the top of it straight into the man's nose. Breaking it on impact and caused the man to fall back squirming on the floor, calling the boy every curse word in the book. Two of the drunks would pick up the boy and his bag and toss him straight out into the middle of the street, ready to teach this punk a lesson they'd step out cracking their knuckles in order to get revenge for their favorite bartender. Cid would dust himself off and toss his bag to the side, standing up and cracking his own knuckles, " Ya wanna piece of me? Come on then! If I can't get a drink I can at least get a fight! " Well, no one could say that exciting things didn't happen in the city. As a few of the civilians would watch, not stepping in as usual, most people are too scared to get involved.