“Dewe isn’t anythin’ mowe gweat den a cewebwation wiff those 'ou howd cwosest, dah bewy pinnacwe of aww actibities.”
[A Motor Proverb]
Dar has a look of both sadness and confusion as he looks at my teary eyed face, speaking with a slightly shaky tone.
“Emiwy what’s wwong!”
Should I tell him!? I don’t know, Tethius said not to tell anyone, but Dar is my friend! I speak thinking of something fast.
“Oh Daw, it’s been su hawd! aww of dis wiff my daddeh an’ what’s happened wiff dah pawace, an’ nickew city! dah stwess has been unbeawabwe…”
Dar gives me a hug and a few seconds later I can hear hoofSteps coming from behind us so turning our heads to see Charles and Ix looking at us, with Ix speaking.
“Ughhhhhh, is this a bad time?”
Dar speaks.
“Nu, Emiwy am sad.”
Charles comes up right next to me speaking as he get’s a better look at my face.
“Oh Emiwy, it wooks wike ‘ou’be seen somethin’ howwibwe!”
I look down slightly as Charles continues to speak.
“hey ‘ou know, dewe’s a weason we came hewe. Chawwes knows of dis baw/westauwant pwace onwy a few minutes ‘way, an’ I an’ Ix came to ask 'ou if 'ou wanted to come join us. It couwd make 'ou feew bettew!”
Charles gives me a soft smile and I think for a few moments before speaking.
“Yes, suwe I’ww come. 'ou to Daw?”
Dar nods his head and so we all begin to leave, with us leaving our gear behind. All of us follow Charles on the nighttime streets and I look to see the markets, where over the half of the stalls are closed, and the other half remain open selling mostly alcohol and food. Once Charles stops I see the building infront of me. It was two stories and was made mostly out of wood with visible metal pillars and on top the door was a sign with a picture of a decapitated running chicken and text. The top text saying “The Headless Chicken” and the bottom saying “Tavern” Getting a bit closer I could now also hear inside the building, with the sounds of live music, and chatter being easily heard. Ix speaks just before we open the door.
“What will everyone be getting?”
Dar shrugs, while Charles speaks.
“Chawwes wouwd wub some chicken, an’ if 'ou put some gwaby on that!”
I speak as I look at Charles licking his lips.
“Emiwy guess dah same what ‘ou habin’ Chawwes, am stawbin’.”
And with that Ix opens the door and we enter.
I’m barely able to get a good look at the place, it was so packed with both the first and second floor bustling with people. Eventually we find a place to sit at the bar part of the building and a worker comes up and speaks.
“Owdah ow dwinks?”
I order first getting the Chicken and gravy with some beer as well, Charles gets the same thing I have, Dar after a moment of thinking get’s a rat stew with cider and finally Ix decides to get a bowl of dried fruits and a bit a wine. Now waiting for our drinks I get slightly annoyed as Charles speaks to the bartender, telling him that same goddamn rabbit scam story I heard thousand times (On gate duty, every person we met he told the same story!) Our drinks arrive not long after Charles began speaking, and when I start to drink I have someone the the chair left of me speaking.
“Ou wookin’ aww tough, an’ 'ou dwink that weak poopies! bah!”
Turning I see an old stallion looking at me with a smug arrogant look on his face, and feeling challenged I speak.
“Oh weawwy!? bawtendew, gib me dah stwongest awe 'ou got!”
The old stallion chuckles as he picks up his mug speaking before he drinks.
“Am totawwy goin’ to be on dah fwoow!”
After around 30 minutes of drinking later I could barely keep myself up, that stallion I’m… This is not over! As I am about to drink my 16th mug I start hearing something… Singing, Charles he is singing!
♫Ooh, when fwuffy was a boy those yeaws ago, a monk came up an’ said to fwuffy♫
Ohh… it’s that song! Everyone was now starting to join in the singing!
♫hewwo young wad, do ‘ou wan’ to eawn some money? cwean fwuffy’s tempwe an’ I’ww gib ‘ou money♫
♫Den fwuffy went to dah tempwe, fuww of excitement an’ gwee! onwy once fwuffy stawt cweanin’ I see a hidden bwothew!♫
Laughter erupts in the room, and even some dancing. As I am about to return to the drinking no longer paying attention to the song, Dar approaches me with him being slightly less drunk and having a slight blush. He speaks.
“hewwo Emiwy, Daw was wondewin’… Since dewe’s aww dis dancing, wan’ to dance?”
Thinking for a few moments, I shrug and get up and we begin dancing!
For the next 20 seconds we danced, going back and forth, with us both laughing and holding hooves as we did. Than as we continued and I began getting closer, I felt a hoove tap my shoulder and the sound of a familier voice.
“Ahem!”
It was the old stallion, he looked at me annoyed and frustrated and he spoke again.
“We haben’t finished yet!”
What is this dude’s deal? Feeling angry now about this interruption I do what I feel like doing. After I punched him across the face, there was now a silence across the entire building. Then the old stallion enraged comes charging at me, but by pure luck I moved out of the way just in time, and the old stallion ended up hitting a large mean looking toughie…
“FUCK!!!”
Chaos had completely consumed the tavern, with a chain reaction of accidental hitting, drunkenness and rage causing a large fight to break out. I was also with my unit, us trying our best to dodge attacks and sometimes even giving them. Than Charles spoke.
“Wet’s get out of hewe nao!”
Following Charles we began making our way to a open window, with us dodging the ongoing fights and even the toughie from earlier throwing some poor bastard across the room into a table. Now exiting through the window we begin to run out with us on the road and seeing almost a dozen guards making there way to the tavern looking pissed. Continuing to run we eventually got to the point where we were separated from the bar and finally we were in peace. Ix speaks.
“What the hell was the Emily!”
I speak trying not to fall to the ground.
“That stawwion was a compwete dick!”
Charles seeing put’s his hooves around our shoulders and speaks.
“Hey c’mon nao… That’s not that nice. How about we go home.”
Me and Ix both nod and as we begin walking back Charles speaks again.
“Daw c’mon put am hoobe awound Emiwy’s shouwdews an’ Emiwy an’ Ix put am awound mine. Wet’s sing!”
We do what he say’s and Charles begins to sing, with us soon singing happily as well.
♫Ooh, when fwuffy was a boy those yeaws ago, a monk came up an’ said to fwuffy♫ Fin
Thank you for reading my story! I hope to have the next part done in a few day’s and of course constructive criticism is appreciated. May you have a good day!