(Closed) Another Drink? (Lysing)

[Syrah Steele]

Spring Day 63, 512 Kulkukan Tavern and Inn

Yes, she was back at the Kulkukan Tavern, and yes she had another pitcher of wine in front of her. Well thats why she came to Riverfall right? To learn about wine, and how better to learn than to experience?

She had just walked in and just ordered her wine. She was checking out the bartender, a tall Akalak man with great mucsles. She was feeling flirty tonight, but with her constant mood swings, who knows?

The wine tasted all right, not as good at last time. This wine was a different kind than last, it was red and thin. Not amazing.

The tavern was actually quite abandoned today. Was something else going on? Or was it just too early in the day? She shrugged and turned her bar stool around, looking at the couple other people in the bar and thought about things.

[Lysing Bouldershine]

Lysing looked around in his drunken haze in his usual single corner seat in the Kulkukan Tavern and Inn. He always come to this Tavern and always sits at this table when he has had a bad day and wants the ale to wash it away. It also helped it had the best ale for the tight budget he was on even though half of it was just water.

He swings the clay pitcher of ale spilling some of the amber liquor on a unfortunate bar wench that was just happening to walk by. He enjoyed the burning sensation the ale left as it went down his throat when he took a long and deep swig from the pitcher emptying it. Belching he smashed the pitcher onto the table and look at the bar wench that was trying to wipe the ale from her dress as she juggled a tray of empty pitchers.

"Excuze me! Yesss you the one who is suppoze to be serving me with a smilez. Yez yous. Good bar wenchz. I would likez another pitcher full of your finest ale pleaze"

The bar wench gave him a look of disgust and snatched the pitcher right away from the table. She spit at his shoes and then walk away without a second look. Lysing just laughed out loud and looked around trying to find something that would keep his attention. That is when his glossy eyes fell upon a young pretty woman drinking a pitcher of wine by herself. He smiled and looked around making sure that the bar wench wasn't coming out with his ale. There was always another pretty girl, but there was only one ale. Satisfied that she wasn' coming he walked over to the girl.

"Hellos there pretty lady. Want to have a drinkz with littlez old me?"

[Syrah Steele]

Syrah was in an okay mood, until a drunken man walked up to her. He was handsome, but he was unnecessarily drunk and rude. She had just watched as he spilled beer on the waitress and then ordered her around like a slave. When he asked, in his drunken slurs, if she wanted to drink with him, she got the impression that he wouldn't take no for an answer. Syrah tried anyway.

"Leave me alone you vagik, before I make you sorry." She spit in disgust and turned away, trying to enjoy her wine again.

Her mood became bitter. The wine wasn't as good, the people were even more drunk and rude. It was times like these that she wished she could lay someone flat on their back with one touch. Of course this man was drunk and though he looked muscular she doubted he could take her in his state of mind. All he had to do was make her a bit more angry before she got up and smacked him down.

Syrah smiled at the thought and took a gullp of her wine, a little giddy at the thought of beating a man.

[Lysing Bouldershine]

Wonderful another thing on the list of failures for Lysing today. First when he was dishing this morning for his breakfast he fell into the river ruining his clothes once again. It seemed lately that his clothes have been ruined by his stupidity. Anyway because of the little incident he had to go hungry and shiver in his underclothes as his clothes warmed up by the fire. Then after that a lone wandering Snarlwing came by and devour the rest of his salted pork. Now this oh no Lysing wasn'y going to let another bad thing ruin his day.

He placed his hand on her shoulder and spun the girl around taking no as an answer. He tighten his grip to look some what menacing his glossy eyed drunk self. "I am going to askz you ones more times. Do yous want to have somez drunks with me?" After he took hold of the pitcher of red wine and took a long swallow of it. He doesn't really like wine, but he needed so more alcohol in his system badly to fight of the depressed mood.

[Syrah Steele]

When the man touched her and spun her around fury welled up inside her. She looked into the mans eyes and she rolled her own. She smiled at him, menacing and confident. Syrah quickly clenched a fist and drove it into his stomach and without waiting for a response she swiveled, grabbed her almost full wine pitcher, and swiveled back. Arching her arm she swung the pitcher down onto the mans head. The pitcher broke on impact and the man fell.

Slowly, she stood, looking at the man and frowned. She had wasted good money on that wine and now it was seeping into the floor and into the mans clothes. Well the wine wasn't that good anyway. But it still pained her to see a waste of wine, good or not.

"Petching shyke." She muttered, then turned around facing the bar. "Hey bartender," she called to the handsome man behind the counter, "I could use a little manly help here, and maybe a mop?"

[Lysing Bouldershine]

One second Lysing was staring at the girl in the face and then the next he was looking up at the wooden ceiling of this fine establishment out of his alcohol haze. He was confused he didn't what hurt him more his stomach or his head. Adding to the pain was terrible headache from the hangover that was starting to take over. "Eh god what is this?" He mutters as he places his hands on top of his head and feels a sticky liquid on it. He brings his hand to the front of his face and sees a red liquid starts dripping from between his fingers.

Instantly he thought of blood. Quickly he rolls to his side onto his feet inspecting a second hit from the person that hit him. Then he spins 90 degrees to his left pointing his side towards the direction of where he was on the ground and brings his right forearm to the front of his bleeding face to protect it.

After a few seconds of nothing happening he drops his guard. Instantly he was hit with a wave of nausea and stumbles to the side. He grabs the side of one the tables to steady himself. He stands like that for a few minutes until the nausea slowly flows out of him. He looks up and sees the the person that hit him. It was that cute girl that he was harassing just a few minutes ago. He grimaced and said, "I am sorry that I was harassing you. Yet did you have to hit me so hard that I am bleeding?"

[Syrah Steele]

With her hands on her hips Syrah grimaced at the man. "Your not bleeding you idiot, its wine. My wine, that I bought if I may say. You owe me 3 silver rimmed Mizas."

She smiled, it was clear that she had hit him hard. He was stumbling and it seemed to knock the drunkenness out of him. By now the bartender was beside Syrah with his big arms crossed over his chest and a woman, the same woman the man had yelled at, was moping the floor. She was glaring at the man with a look of pure hate on her face. Syrahs own face was crunched up in anger and annoyance as she looked at the man who was dripping in her wine, and the man beside her was staring at his too, not happy look was present on anyone's face.

"And yes, you were harassing me, I thought better of Riverfall you know. Your spoiling its good name. Plus you just got what you deserved. I think everyone here would agree." She looked over to the bartender who just nodded, still staring at the man waiting for him to move so he could just knock him back.

[Lysing Bouldershine]

She is one fiesty little thing, but yet she is right on everyone single thing I am spoiling the good name of Riverfall and I am also ruining the night for everyone. Nodding at the end of that thought. He lets go of the table and wipes his hands down his cloak trying to fix the creases out of his stained cloak. Then he walks over to the bar wench that he was commanding earlier like an owner with his dog and bent down to her. He handed her a two gold rimmed Mizas and said. "I apologize for my earlier behaviors I had a bad day and turn to drinking which just makes it worse. Anyway I apologize for earlier and now and hope those two Mizas are enough for you to get something nice" The woman's glare became a little softer, but not by much. Lysing was just happy that he had enough courage to apologize to that poor woman. He still hopes he has enough courage left in him to apologize to the bartender and the woman.

After that he gets up and flings fours silver rimmed Mizas to the barkeep. The man snatches them out of the air with a greedy glimmer to his eyes. He then tells the barkeep, "That is for the pitcher I broke and for another pitcher of that wine this fine woman was having before in my drunken stupor ruined it" The man smiles and stuffs the coins into the pocket of his pants.

He looks back up with the greedy glimmer still in his eyes and says, "There is a disturbing the peace fine too. I think two more silver rimmed Mizas would be good" The man sticks out his hand waiting for the coins and clenches his other fist showing that either Lysing pays or their will be problems. Lysing laughs and rummages into his cloak taking out two more silver rimmed Mizas and hands them to him.

Then not watching if the barkeep was still standing there next to the woman or not he took off his ruined cloak and hanged it on a bar stool while taking the seat next to it. Then he spins around turning to the last person who's night has been ruined by him and said, "Sorry I didn't tell you my name. It is Lysing, Lysing Bouldershine and I am sorry that I ruined your night and all. Its just when I am in the stupor I kind of don't think before I act"

[Syrah Steele]

The man was being generous? And apologizing, a lot. Syrah was actually a bit surprised that he sobered up quick enough and was like this when he wasn't drunk. The poor girl seemed very happy with the two Mizas and, if thats possible, the bartender seemed elated with the six silver Mizas. She looked over at the greedy man and sighed, her handsome man just turned into a disgusting roach. Everything in life was always about money.

The thing was, Syrah didn't want anymore wine, she just wanted her money back. The wine was foul and she didn't dare take another sip. She knew that if she asked the bartender for a refund he was just laugh at her though saying she used up all the wine, and therefore bought it.

The man said his name was Lysing. Odd name, Syrah thought. Lysing Bouldershine, even odder. She thought the man didn't deserve it enough for her to grace him with her name, it was a great name after all, a grape, a grape used in wine. But she was a bit impressed by the, by Lysings sudden character change.

"Syrah, my name is Syrah Steele." She said nonchalantly. She almost liked Lysing more than the bartender, almost. Then she sighed and looked around, wondering if it was time she should leave.

[Lysing Bouldershine]

Lysing watched the women's look closely when her eyes bore down on the barkeep that enjoyed money more than the peace of his establishment. If they were in different places he would have kicked the man out without a question ask and tell him to keep his money because he is not ever coming back. Anyway getting back to reality Lysing wonder what that stare was, "Did the man do something that she dislike? I think she is angry that he accepted his money instead of actually kicking him out. Yes that is what I believe is why she is staring down at him" A few seconds later the barkeep notices the woman's piercing eyes and escapes behind the bar to grab the wine he says, but Lysing can see that he just wanted to escape her gaze.

When Syrah told him her name he instantly thought of the thing about wine making he knew. It is a grape that is used to make a fine wine that he has on occasions. Like when he celebrates his birthday all alone. Well not all alone he always has Rote to share the wine with.

Tapping the stained table top of the bar he thinks about what he was going to say. When something finally comes to mind he says, "Personally, I don't like the wine they are serving tonight. I had some when I first came her about three bells ago and honestly it was so foul that I couldn't finish the pitcher I had to ask the bar wench that was working earlier to take it away and bring me a pitcher of ale instead. So if you want I have half a bottle of wine in one of my saddlebags if you want that instead. And its okay if you don't I know I ruined your night so far, but this would be an excellent way for me to make it up to you. So what do you say?"