11-20-2006, 12:32 PM
The girl gulped down her hot water, much to the drunken Konat's surprise. How did that not burn? Then with a cheery grin, she looked right back at him. She was blithe, and although Tapion found it rather strange for her to be entering at such a young age, after the previous display, it seemed as though she was far more capable then he gave her credit for. The red haired boozer carefully plucked two grapes from a bowl on the bar, and began juggling them easily. Adding another two to the mix, the trick became excessive and eventually, there were ten grapes in total being juggled with his two hands!
?Ah, see? Now watch.?
The grapes did one final round in the air, and all at the same time, disappeared. Tapion turned round to face her, his cheek bulging, obviously full of grapes. Then suddenly, one final grape landed in her empty cup. She turned to him and smiled, he drunkenly tried to replicate her smile, but couldn't. His breath, a vile mix of grapes, whisky and now ale, was beginning to get even worse then he had ever recognised, for now, he could actually smell his own breath. Not like he cared; he was never sober, and therefore, didn't have to worry about the hygiene they did.
?Captain Flint taught me that, such a bilge rat, that one.?
The girl looked at him, puzzled. She obviously wasn't familiar with the talk of the sea, or Captain Flint for that matter. Tapion brought the last drop of ale to his mouth, brought the cup out, and began serving himself some whisky from the tap.
?Ah, see? Now watch.?
The grapes did one final round in the air, and all at the same time, disappeared. Tapion turned round to face her, his cheek bulging, obviously full of grapes. Then suddenly, one final grape landed in her empty cup. She turned to him and smiled, he drunkenly tried to replicate her smile, but couldn't. His breath, a vile mix of grapes, whisky and now ale, was beginning to get even worse then he had ever recognised, for now, he could actually smell his own breath. Not like he cared; he was never sober, and therefore, didn't have to worry about the hygiene they did.
?Captain Flint taught me that, such a bilge rat, that one.?
The girl looked at him, puzzled. She obviously wasn't familiar with the talk of the sea, or Captain Flint for that matter. Tapion brought the last drop of ale to his mouth, brought the cup out, and began serving himself some whisky from the tap.