Post by Clannad on Sept 18, 2008 15:01:05 GMT
Jrace woke with a gasp as a thousand daggers ripped into his skin, dragging him from his inebriated slumber. The icey waters soaking him from head to foot as the bucket was up-ended by a disgusted looking tavern girl.
The chill of the morning's breeze played across him convulsing a tooth-chattering shiver from the sodden figure who turned the air blue with curses about the girl, the weather and the universe in general.
With a fleeting sneer the girl set aside the bucket and dumped a cloth wrapped bundle that had been balanced on the windowsill beside her on to the floor next to the drunk, "I cleared out your stuff, you’re not wanted here any more. You drink more than the pay covers and your no use protecting anything, couldn't strong arm a baby."
A snarl rose from the suddenly-former bouncer that trailed away as he accepted the news, in fairness it had been a long time coming and the inn keeper had been more than patient, the last nights carousing and drunkeness on 'duty' had been the straw that broke the camel's back he guessed.
Nudging the bundle tentatively with his toe he ignored the snort of contempt from the girl as she cast one last look at the slumped figure and spun away to return to the warmth of the tavern.
Rubbing the sleep away from his eyes and taking in his surroundings he found they'd not even had the decency to drop him in the stables. The solid surface beneath him was the cobbled street outside the inn and early morning travellers were carefully picking their way around the spectacle while a child being pulled along by their mother starred in wide-eyed fascination.
An attempt at a fierce grimace only made the child laugh and its mother tugged on the hand she was holding and hurried away, leaving the lane deserted bar the cold, damp figure on the floor for the moment.
Snagging the bundle in one hand he tried to push himself up with his other and sprawled as his vision swum at the sudden movement and a dull pounding that had been beating on the back of his skull came to the forefront with the force of a steam tank.
Groaning as much from pain as self pity he made the attempt again, this time slowly clambering to his feet and putting out a free hand to steady himself as he tried to think of what he'd do next. In the last year there had been various jobs hunting 'things' for want of a more vague word, then sinking into taking up protection work as jobs ran out and finally stooping to being a bouncer at taverns, with this being the third he'd been pitched out of. Maybe it was time to try to earn some honest gold killing things again he pondered...
The chill of the morning's breeze played across him convulsing a tooth-chattering shiver from the sodden figure who turned the air blue with curses about the girl, the weather and the universe in general.
With a fleeting sneer the girl set aside the bucket and dumped a cloth wrapped bundle that had been balanced on the windowsill beside her on to the floor next to the drunk, "I cleared out your stuff, you’re not wanted here any more. You drink more than the pay covers and your no use protecting anything, couldn't strong arm a baby."
A snarl rose from the suddenly-former bouncer that trailed away as he accepted the news, in fairness it had been a long time coming and the inn keeper had been more than patient, the last nights carousing and drunkeness on 'duty' had been the straw that broke the camel's back he guessed.
Nudging the bundle tentatively with his toe he ignored the snort of contempt from the girl as she cast one last look at the slumped figure and spun away to return to the warmth of the tavern.
Rubbing the sleep away from his eyes and taking in his surroundings he found they'd not even had the decency to drop him in the stables. The solid surface beneath him was the cobbled street outside the inn and early morning travellers were carefully picking their way around the spectacle while a child being pulled along by their mother starred in wide-eyed fascination.
An attempt at a fierce grimace only made the child laugh and its mother tugged on the hand she was holding and hurried away, leaving the lane deserted bar the cold, damp figure on the floor for the moment.
Snagging the bundle in one hand he tried to push himself up with his other and sprawled as his vision swum at the sudden movement and a dull pounding that had been beating on the back of his skull came to the forefront with the force of a steam tank.
Groaning as much from pain as self pity he made the attempt again, this time slowly clambering to his feet and putting out a free hand to steady himself as he tried to think of what he'd do next. In the last year there had been various jobs hunting 'things' for want of a more vague word, then sinking into taking up protection work as jobs ran out and finally stooping to being a bouncer at taverns, with this being the third he'd been pitched out of. Maybe it was time to try to earn some honest gold killing things again he pondered...
