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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2014 17:40:56 GMT
"you know i'm bad, i'm bad, i'm really really bad"
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS | "What the heavens did you just say!!?"
A roar-like shout, coming from an unexpectedly loud place late at night. Talys had many of those pubs and bars open at these hours, the late night time, and whether it was merely forattraction or because the stereotype fit is unknown; for a harbor town, regardless, it was pretty obvious to have those scattered all around.
Today was tiring, to say the least. A good, long walk from Ferox's borders to Ylisse, towards Talys, was not something meant to be completed within a day; and it sure wasn't, the band of bandits who decided to follow Broly walking blindly after the red-haired man in expectation of something good. In the end, he only wanted some time off, but with so many shady characters tailing him, even flawless acting wouldn't do much. So after a few days of traveling, living on the expenses stolen from West Ferox, they finally arrived at a fitting resting place. Oddly enough, long as the way was, they were as lively as ever.
And drunk. Very drunk.
"What'dya mean 'no more ale!?' We're customers, ye scoundrel!! Serve us yer best of liquors, get me!!?"
Thankfully, the bartender was used to dealing with violent drunkards, and was unfazed by Broly's abusive words and demanding tone. The rest of the bandits partied to their liking, feasting barbarically away at all the best served; drinking repeatedly from their seemingly never-ending, cheap ale; loudly singing and rowdily moving about. Broly himself, wanted to join the fray really much, but was unfortunately in-charge of satisfying his friends. And with an uncooperative bartender like this, what was he supposed to do?
"Argh, drat! You guys, shut up!! Yer' too loud!!"
Yup, most definitely the aggressive drunk-type. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2014 23:05:32 GMT
UNKILLABLE MONSTER
( tags: @broly. words: 366) Garrit had managed to procure good bit ale from a local bar for real cheap. It was good too, one that the troops won’t be complaining about having nothing good to drink anytime soon. Actually she cleared the inventory of at least three bars. To be honest, they really shouldn’t have given her control in preparing for a march. Sure she got the other necessary supplies, but she had paid more attention on the drinks over anything else. The shipment was already long gone, on their way to deliver it to the army. However she stayed behind, deciding that she was better off leaving after relaxing a bit. It took quite of bit effort, an amount that she was not used to. Her brother had always been better at organizing these sorts of things than she was.
“I’m sorry sir, but we’re sold out,” the bartender replied, making sure it was straight and to the point. He was being completely honest and was dead serious as he spoke. He didn’t want any trouble, especially if he can help it. There was no way for him to decline the trade for his stocked ale, but these men already took the rest of his preserves. The next batch won’t be fully brewed for the next few days. He couldn’t help, but glance at the woman that had bought the rest of his stocks. Actually he had been trying to get her to leave for her own safety.
Garrit had been quite oblivious to the entrance of the rowdy group. Actually it was quite odd for it to not be rowdy enough. She had chosen to lounge the day away, sitting in a seat on the corner and leaning back. Her cap rested lightly on top of her face as she had begun to snore lightly. It was definitely inaudible under the sound of laughs and merriment. The bartender let out a sigh at the sight, if the girl didn’t care for her life, then he should at least give attention to someone who cared.
“The noblewoman there bought all our stock, maybe you can buy off her,” he said, giving nonchalant wave of his hand towards Garrit’s location.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2014 11:49:30 GMT
"you know i'm bad, i'm bad, i'm really really bad"
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS | Broly found it mildly difficult to fully comprehend what the bartender told him, ruining his supposed threat by blinking a few times in confusion. He slowly took his distance away from the bar, ignoring his loud mates while running in his mind what the man had said. It wasn't ridiculously long, but having to do that on its own indicated he wasn't too sober, to say the least. It took a short moment, but eventually the message got through this fearsome block called 'Alcohol'. If he was at this level by now, just imagine how bad he intended this to turn out with the pub's full stock of drinks. Broly slammed his hands at the bar, helping himself up while muttering complaints about the surrounding bandits; their loud voices clearly getting to him, annoyingly enough. He then took his way towards the girl slumped on the chair, snoring lightly.
With a swift grab, Broly removed her cap to begin his outburst at the lady. Quite cocky she was, taking all the bar had to offer with no concern for fellow customers. Was she seriously that selfish? A few of the others noticed the red-haired's attempt and averted their attention to him, thinking up something most likely not good. Luckily enough, it appears as danger was swayed away from the unrelated bartender.
"Hey you!! Lass!!" He yelled out, staggering a little on his feet while staring down at the girl. From her face, he assumed she was younger than him, and her outfit very much confessed her being a noble as well, following what the bartender said. Broly was not the type of bandit to immediately accuse people and affiliate them with traits, yer he wasn't in his best mental state at the moment, and her 'crime' of emptying the pub with her noble status and money would not be forgiven. He was irritated only thinking up the scenario, applying to her a voice, expression and wording fitting of 'her kind'. Stupid nobles, arrogantly taking whatever they want for themselves... His rage built up further only by looking at her sleeping figure.
"Wake up!! Give us our ale back!!" |
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