Private Tales Old Friends

[Lynus Anireth]

Lynus stared between Elise and the bar keep with the shit-eating grin of a man only just able to contain his laughter as the woman attempting to 'blend in' asked for something more fucking sanitary. To the man's credit, he obliged, and Lynus' brow quirked as he eyed the mysterious concoction with curiosity.

"Careful, lady." he smirked, watching her with a daring look as she drank it down. His brows rose, impressed by her effort, until she was yelling and shoving him after one-fucking-drink. "Saints." he snorted with a laugh.

"Scared? Of alcohol? Never.. Of you? Perhaps a little." he mused and winked at her before downing the rest of the tankard and slamming the empty vessel back onto the counter.

"Each!" he corrected the barkeep and slapped a hand on the bar.

 

[Elise Virak]

Whatever concoction the bar-tender had put in front of her, Elise was quickly starting to realize it might have been a mistake.

It seemed that the man had mistaken the word 'sanitary', for the sentence; 'most alcoholic thing you have available'. Already she could feel her head swimming, the daze of drunkness looming over her mind as she sat upon the small stool.

A part of her was thankful for the swim of her mind, realizing that getting inebriated was probably the only way that she would actually manage to make it through the night.

This place was filthy.

Everywhere she looked was a thin layer of dirt, and the that included the people sitting around her. It was as though Lynus had somehow purposefully chosen the biggest pigsty of the three taverns in town, not that he had much of a chance to consider.

"Ey there pretty laaaaaaady." A drunken lout said as he approached the table, his ale spilling over his wrist as he did his best to strike up a conversation. "Don't look like yous from 'round 'ere!"

He said, slipping into the seat besides Elise's. His breath smelling of stale tobacco and rotten sick. "No, thankfully, I am not."

She breathed, resisting the temptation to claw the mans eyes out.

"Hehehe! Youres a funny one! How bout we go out back for a poke and a prod, eh?" The man 'offered', Elise beginning to turn absolutely crimson with rage at the very suggestion. Her nails digging into the table as the resisted the urge to turn the man literally inside out.

 

[Lynus Anireth]

Lynus paused mid-drink, his gaze shifting to the bedraggled man who approached Elise from her other side, and he choked on said drink as the lecherous offer was made. There was a laugh in there somewhere as he thumped his fist against his chest until he could breathe properly again.

"Though she does enjoy a poke and a prod in a back alley, especially with one with balls as humungous as yours clearly are, I'm afraid the good lady's company is spoken for, friend." he grinned.

 

[Elise Virak]

Rage. Pure unfiltered rage drew through every fiber of her being as the man spoke. Her entire body fuming with the power of the Well of her Ancestors as she nearly turned the man speaking into an amalgamation of flesh and pain.

"Yes." She hissed quietly, even through her drunken haze. "I think it best you leave."

The word carried enough weight to terrorize senators. Her demand echoing through the bar as the man who had struck up a 'conversation' slowly backing up away from her. Elise's expression that of a stone mask which had not been changed for centuries.

"Honestly, Lynus." She said, managing to keep her words together just enough to speak. "I don't know why you keep this..conversation up with the rabble."

The Nobless asked. "It seems they're nearly ready to ask us for any coin at all."

 

[Lynus Anireth]

Lynus snorted, taking a long draw from his mug of piss-water as he watched the male retreat. Wise choice..

"Because.." Lynus burped and thumped his chest. "My dear. Tonight, we are the rabble." he grinned and smacked his hand on the table for another round.

 

[Elise Virak]

Elise's eyes grew wide, and she stared at Lynus like a cat who had just witnessed it's bowl of food getting knocked over.

"May want to close that mouth, miss." The Barman said as he deposited yet another set of drinks in front of the two Noble Anirians. Having apparently already spied the coins that Lynus threw down with the efficiency only a tenured keeper of the local alcoholics could boast of. "Flies in this place tend to zoom right in. Can't seem to get rid of the suicidal buggers."

Almost immediately her mouth snapped shut. Chased by the mug that had been put down in front of her. "This place is horrid."

She said, taking a long, disgusting swig as the Innkeeper let out a loud and boisterous laugh.