2nd of Summer, 512 AV "You call this shyke beer?" Casper muttered, staring down into the muck that should never have left the ocean in the first place. He was used to the fact that dives tended to look like they were about to collapse on themselves, he didn't mind the rude stares as he walked in, and he wasn't too picky with what he drank. But this was a different level of utter crap. He wrinkled his nose at the smell. He'd have to get paid to drink this. He sat down at the bar, and swished the liquid to and fro, considering gulping it down out of sheer boredom. Since he had arrived in Zeltiva, he had found it to be a rather uneventful place, at least compared to Sunberth. He didn't have a job to keep him busy during the day, and now he couldn't even drink a little to have a good night's sleep. At this rate, he would just hop on the earliest boat back to Sunberth and visit a whorehouse for a proper night. "Oi, ye gon' drink that?" A scraggly old man had sneaked a seat beside him at the bar, his one dark eye glaring at the mug. For an elder, he was remarkably beefy, likely a sailor. Most people around here were. Casper didn't like how close he was to him. He put his arm on the table, between the man and his mug. "Go and buy your own, old man," he snarled in reply. "Come on now, lad. Ye foreigners cannae stomach that stuff, I seen it. It ain't good for ya. So how about a sip then, eh?" "Do I look like a petchin' charity? Get losst, I won't ssay it again." He got out of his seat and looked down at the old man, who reciprocated the action. He didn't much care for the drink itself, but the elder had ticked him off with his attitude. Besides, this was a matter of principle. Or maybe Casper just really bored and was looking to throw a good punch. "Yeah? What'cha gonna do?" The man took a step forward, and Casper immediately shoved him away, hard. In retaliation, he swung his fist at Casper, who did not expect such speed from a senior, and got hit right in the cheek. Staggering a little, Casper recovered quickly, and without a second thought, grabbed the mug that had started the fight and slammed it over the old man's head, the shattered pieces of ceramic falling to the floor along with him. Still, he was getting back up, clearly one to have taken a few mugs to the face in his lifetime. Casper dug his feet into the ground and made a taunting motion with his hand. "Well, you got your ssodding beer, I don't ssee why you're sstill sso upset," He said with a grin on his face, waiting eagerly for the next attack. |