"Oo's that beast o'ver 'ere? An why do 'ey git a booth to themselfs!" Scragface pointedly asked the bar tender he had grabbed as they walked by, thumbing over to the darkest dingiest corner of the bar.
"Oh, em?" Nodding over to the figure slumping in the equally dark and dingy corner of the booth. "She's a regular"
Scragface spat on the ground letting go of the bartender. "I'mma regular why don' I git a boofs to meself?"
The bartender started to scuttle away to serve more drinks not stopping to address Scragface. They did managed to shout back "ye been 'Ere thirty five seasons have you? Well be 'ere that long an ye can earn a booth"
Scragface spat again and muttered to himself "I barely seen a beast even live ta be 'irty 'ive..." He shrugged as he looked back into his tankard. Empty, curse that barkeep! He hadn't refilled his drink!
Meanwhile back over in the dark dingey corner, of one were to look closely they would see a figure wrapped on the dark blue of an old overcloak with the hood drawn up over their head. If one then had extremely good vision they would see that the beast underneath was a pine marten, one with a snaggletooth. And if one possessed the eyes of a falcon one could see that beneath a tired brow were one grey eye and one blue eye.
Zigatha, or Zig to her friends.....did she have any friends nowadays? There was that one bartender.......maybe 5 seasons ago who tried to befriend you? Didn't he end up getting stuck trying to break up a bar fight? See this is why you don't have friends anymore...... Zigatha Bladetale stared blearily out of her mismatched eyes at the large ugly stoat that seemed to want to get her attention. Maybe we should teach them a lesson in respecting their elders....She thought as one paw slid down to her rapier; the only token left of her adopted father. But first I'll finish this drink. She thought, grabbing onto her grimy tankard with the other paw and tipping it back onto her mouth. Placing it back onto the table she quietly burbed to herself and shifted in her overcloak. The front opening a little to reveal the gold and yellow embroidery of the jacket underneath.
Yeah, she'll teach that laggabout a lesson.....right after this next drink.
"Oh, em?" Nodding over to the figure slumping in the equally dark and dingy corner of the booth. "She's a regular"
Scragface spat on the ground letting go of the bartender. "I'mma regular why don' I git a boofs to meself?"
The bartender started to scuttle away to serve more drinks not stopping to address Scragface. They did managed to shout back "ye been 'Ere thirty five seasons have you? Well be 'ere that long an ye can earn a booth"
Scragface spat again and muttered to himself "I barely seen a beast even live ta be 'irty 'ive..." He shrugged as he looked back into his tankard. Empty, curse that barkeep! He hadn't refilled his drink!
Meanwhile back over in the dark dingey corner, of one were to look closely they would see a figure wrapped on the dark blue of an old overcloak with the hood drawn up over their head. If one then had extremely good vision they would see that the beast underneath was a pine marten, one with a snaggletooth. And if one possessed the eyes of a falcon one could see that beneath a tired brow were one grey eye and one blue eye.
Zigatha, or Zig to her friends.....did she have any friends nowadays? There was that one bartender.......maybe 5 seasons ago who tried to befriend you? Didn't he end up getting stuck trying to break up a bar fight? See this is why you don't have friends anymore...... Zigatha Bladetale stared blearily out of her mismatched eyes at the large ugly stoat that seemed to want to get her attention. Maybe we should teach them a lesson in respecting their elders....She thought as one paw slid down to her rapier; the only token left of her adopted father. But first I'll finish this drink. She thought, grabbing onto her grimy tankard with the other paw and tipping it back onto her mouth. Placing it back onto the table she quietly burbed to herself and shifted in her overcloak. The front opening a little to reveal the gold and yellow embroidery of the jacket underneath.
Yeah, she'll teach that laggabout a lesson.....right after this next drink.
