72nd of Summer 512 A.V.
The chatter and laughter was coming out of the small ''pub'' in Zeltiva. The night was silent and calm.
The pub shone a little light outside, making visible only the front of it, and the night was mostly dark.
There were people conversing in this place of gathering, they spoke of many things,
things that social groups usually would discuss about.
It was only then that the neighborhood drunk opens the pubs door and stumbles into the place,
his presence was something everybody had gotten use to and people ignored him.
The drunken man wobbles to the bar and sits, stinking of liquor and urine;
he gestures the bar keep to bring him something to drink. The bar keep was use to the middle aged mans
random appearances in his small bar despite being a drunk, he paid his share of cash the next day and
so he tolerates him when he can.
Close the door, you'll let a draft in!'' John ''The Bar keep'' said.
Alright! Alright! Keep yourself together, old man'' Rob says tauntingly.
I'll show you who's an old man!? If you say that again '' John ''The Bar keep'' says while infuriated.
The people in the bar laughed as the two men argued, again something that wasn't new. The two men always argued with each other playfully; though, you could never tell at times. Rob stretches out his hand and reaches for the open door; it slams shut before he can actually reach it, so hard, that it startles everyone inside the pub for a brief moment before they continued to converse amongst themselves.
Whoa! Slamming doors are we? I guess that old mans getting to ya huh?'' Tom says inquisitively.
No! That damn door closed on its own!'' Rob said.
I believe you've had one to many and now your seeing things...'' Tom said.
Listen to me damn it!? The door closed on its own!'' Rob shouted.
It was probably just the wind or something, come sit back down with us man! Don't worry about it.'' Tom said while grinning.
Alright, fine. I'll come over'' Rob said with a grumble.