One moment he was enjoying a drunken dance with a beautiful woman, the next he was hit in the sensitives, quite brutally and especially unexpected, by an upwards striking knee. For a split second he was still smiling after impact, until a tear started to appear from the corner of his eye, and he toppled over sideways with a crooked teary-eyed smile. Holding his area with both hands, he huffed and puffed for air. "O-Oh gods...I think..I think it snapped!" Still breathing in and out fast through fast lips, he saw black dots appear swing by his sight as the pain really started to sink in. Meanwhile he heard a voice, from much farther away than the woman really was, saying something about music...He didn't understand anything that was done and said in the last 10 seconds, all he knew that right now he was on the ground, with broken marbles up to his stomach... As the woman walked away, leaving him on the ground, still trying to recover from all of this, he cursed this evening and everyone in it. Later he woke up in an improvised bed of two chairs placed together and surrounded by the employees of the Glass Gull, who were all sympathetic as one of them had seen what had happened and decided to help the Akalak. "Did they drop again?" One of the waiters asked teasingly to which the Akalak remembered what happened and could only laugh at this crazy turn of events. Eventually Prakash and Drath had a blast after-hours at the Glass Gull with the waiters and waitresses of the establishment. Learning that if you don't want to be judged on a whim, you shouldn't do so either. All in all it was a fun night for the Akalak, until he woke up with a major hangover and aching body the next day. |