05-13-2007, 01:07 AM
Garlic's muscles felt like coiled snakes. Cobras ready to strike. But there was nothing to strike at yet, no prey, only oceans of amber could ease the tension, injected in ounces a shot.
?'Nother one, pretty.? The barmaid let a grin dance on her face. Those dimples were worth killing for.
?You sure, hun? I don't think you'll win the competition all drunk like.? But she poured him another round anyways. So nice of her.
?Am I ugly?? The question had the same effect as if Garlic had tried to punch her in the face. Surprise jerked her head back and a little bit of the whiskey sloshed over the bar.
?I... you have this very unique look about you,? she mumbled, not meeting the Goblin's gaze. Instead she made a production of getting a rag and cleaning up the spilled drink.
?What I mean,? Garlic slurred, ? is could someone like you... ever love something like me. Is this all I have? Fighting and booze. What a life.? Alcohol and emotion mingled, making a tingling sensation in his chest, and it wasn't pleasant.
?Aren't there... you know... others of your kind?? She still did not meet him eye to eye, and now a bit of pity entered her voice. Annoyance burned away some of the tingling in his chest. He didn't need her pity! He was Garlic Junior! He was... nothing. Maybe he was pitiable. Just a drunk little green man. Garlic dug a palm into his eyes. The corners were starting ache.
?There are.? He answered at length, and with a hint of a defensive tone he added, ?I was quite popular at home. A prince. I left them because... well I left them.? She didn't need his life story, and he wasn't sure he could handle more pity.
?If ya don't have anything here... why not go home.? She was still drying the bar even though death valley had more moisture at this point. The goblin chuckled at her response, though. He had burned every bridge possible on his way to this dimension.
?Thats not possible. I couldn't go back. They wouldn' have me after...? Garlic downed his shot and washed away the memories that tried floating up.
?No one ever choked to death swallowing his pride, y'know.? Garlic had a good and deep laugh at that, and tears started to roll. He couldn't tell if it was mirth or sadness, but they stopped as suddenly as they began.
?I guess its true, then. Fighting is all I have left.?
?Now I didn't say that! Just cause your not my type...? Garlic stumbled to his feat and walked away.
?I've had enough angst, pretty. Time to kick someones ass.? The greening walked down the hall with a grin that defied his earlier mood. He couldn't afford self pity, and there was only one other way to release this tension. The doors of the dojo squeaked to announce his arrival.
ooc: now in the Dojo
?'Nother one, pretty.? The barmaid let a grin dance on her face. Those dimples were worth killing for.
?You sure, hun? I don't think you'll win the competition all drunk like.? But she poured him another round anyways. So nice of her.
?Am I ugly?? The question had the same effect as if Garlic had tried to punch her in the face. Surprise jerked her head back and a little bit of the whiskey sloshed over the bar.
?I... you have this very unique look about you,? she mumbled, not meeting the Goblin's gaze. Instead she made a production of getting a rag and cleaning up the spilled drink.
?What I mean,? Garlic slurred, ? is could someone like you... ever love something like me. Is this all I have? Fighting and booze. What a life.? Alcohol and emotion mingled, making a tingling sensation in his chest, and it wasn't pleasant.
?Aren't there... you know... others of your kind?? She still did not meet him eye to eye, and now a bit of pity entered her voice. Annoyance burned away some of the tingling in his chest. He didn't need her pity! He was Garlic Junior! He was... nothing. Maybe he was pitiable. Just a drunk little green man. Garlic dug a palm into his eyes. The corners were starting ache.
?There are.? He answered at length, and with a hint of a defensive tone he added, ?I was quite popular at home. A prince. I left them because... well I left them.? She didn't need his life story, and he wasn't sure he could handle more pity.
?If ya don't have anything here... why not go home.? She was still drying the bar even though death valley had more moisture at this point. The goblin chuckled at her response, though. He had burned every bridge possible on his way to this dimension.
?Thats not possible. I couldn't go back. They wouldn' have me after...? Garlic downed his shot and washed away the memories that tried floating up.
?No one ever choked to death swallowing his pride, y'know.? Garlic had a good and deep laugh at that, and tears started to roll. He couldn't tell if it was mirth or sadness, but they stopped as suddenly as they began.
?I guess its true, then. Fighting is all I have left.?
?Now I didn't say that! Just cause your not my type...? Garlic stumbled to his feat and walked away.
?I've had enough angst, pretty. Time to kick someones ass.? The greening walked down the hall with a grin that defied his earlier mood. He couldn't afford self pity, and there was only one other way to release this tension. The doors of the dojo squeaked to announce his arrival.
ooc: now in the Dojo
Sinners make the best Saints
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