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(¸.•´ (¸.•The Tavern
“Another round, Miss,” I said half-demanding, half-drunk. “And may I say do you look fine this evening.”
She blushed and handed him the glass full of a golden liquid. “Thank you kindly. This one is on the house.” I gave a friendly thumb up and gulped down the beer when the door creaked open, revealing a young man. He sat down two stools down and shone a smile my way.
“Just water,” he said calmly to the bartender. I decided to sit next to the chap.
“Nonsense,” I said. “A real man drinks at a beer. Missus, grab this man a beer.” She whisked a glass off the shelf and filled it to the brim with a dwarven stout.
He took the glass and put it on the wooden table, etched with sayings of old men who had nothing better to do with their time. One of them read: “Once you’ve seen the whole world, you realize there is nothing worth living for.”
“Thanks. The storm gave me the chills the whole way here,” he said, removing his cloak and placing it on the chair arm next to him.
“Come from Varrock, you did?” I asked, interested in the strangers quirky appearance.
“Not quite. Lumbridge.” He lifted the glass, took a deep breath and placed it back on the table. “I’m Alexander, by the way.
“Drake. That’s quite the trek. I’m surprised you have the courage.”
“Courage?”
My eyes widened. “Have you not heard about the Squark?” Alexander’s face remained just as clueless.
“Why, is it some boogey monster?” he said in with scoff. My eyes darkened.
“Amazing. You really haven’t heard of it,” I said, mostly stating the fact to myself.
“Is it that easy to tell?” he asked, slightly nervous. The door slammed shut by the wind and he whipped his head around in surprise. Or it could have been fear. The man was starting to look like a shell to me. A tough, ego outside, but a pathetic sluggish innards.
“Well, anyone who has seen the Squark would run for cover just by hearing its name.”
Alexander eyed me suspiciously. “Have you seen this Squark?”
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(¸.•´ (¸.•The Tavern
“Another round, Miss,” I said half-demanding, half-drunk. “And may I say do you look fine this evening.”
She blushed and handed him the glass full of a golden liquid. “Thank you kindly. This one is on the house.” I gave a friendly thumb up and gulped down the beer when the door creaked open, revealing a young man. He sat down two stools down and shone a smile my way.
“Just water,” he said calmly to the bartender. I decided to sit next to the chap.
“Nonsense,” I said. “A real man drinks at a beer. Missus, grab this man a beer.” She whisked a glass off the shelf and filled it to the brim with a dwarven stout.
He took the glass and put it on the wooden table, etched with sayings of old men who had nothing better to do with their time. One of them read: “Once you’ve seen the whole world, you realize there is nothing worth living for.”
“Thanks. The storm gave me the chills the whole way here,” he said, removing his cloak and placing it on the chair arm next to him.
“Come from Varrock, you did?” I asked, interested in the strangers quirky appearance.
“Not quite. Lumbridge.” He lifted the glass, took a deep breath and placed it back on the table. “I’m Alexander, by the way.
“Drake. That’s quite the trek. I’m surprised you have the courage.”
“Courage?”
My eyes widened. “Have you not heard about the Squark?” Alexander’s face remained just as clueless.
“Why, is it some boogey monster?” he said in with scoff. My eyes darkened.
“Amazing. You really haven’t heard of it,” I said, mostly stating the fact to myself.
“Is it that easy to tell?” he asked, slightly nervous. The door slammed shut by the wind and he whipped his head around in surprise. Or it could have been fear. The man was starting to look like a shell to me. A tough, ego outside, but a pathetic sluggish innards.
“Well, anyone who has seen the Squark would run for cover just by hearing its name.”
Alexander eyed me suspiciously. “Have you seen this Squark?”
26-Aug-2009 20:07:28 - Last edited on 26-Aug-2009 20:08:35 by Dark Enmity
Nice!