Itchy (attn anyone in the mood for a fight)

[U4ea]

Edana rolled her shoulders back as she walked through the gates of the Tower and into Tar Valon. She hadn't let herself get out very much, lately, and she'd felt the tension of always being on duty tightening her shoulders. Most of the Guards she knew were long gone, bonded or dead in some fool's errand or another. She'd thrown herself so deep into working, training, and guard duty that she'd fallen into her bed every night too exhausted to think about the friends she'd lost or the man who'd left her. No matter that it was her fault he was gone. 

 

She pushed that thought away, like she did so often these days, and walked through the doors of a tavern that teemed with people and music. There was a gleeman performing and people laughing, the smell of food was welcoming and since she wasn't in the mood for something as tame as ale to drink, it didn't matter if their tap was a good one or not. She found a seat on the end of the bar and settled herself there, listening to the music from the gleeman and the singing of the patrons along with the song. She shook her head and ordered "whatever that guy is drinking," as the short glass of the man a few seats down from her seemed like a good place to start. 

 

The barman just shook his head and set a glass in front of her, filling it from a bottle then sitting the bottle next to the glass. Apparently, she'd given the right impression. She had no intention of remembering much about tonight when she woke up tomorrow. She grinned at him and tossed him a little sack of coins, then settled back to watch the tavern around her. Most everyone seemed focused on having fun, which was a terrible pity. She was in the mood to punch something that might put up a fight...

 

~Edana Kellar

Tower Guard

[Arinth]

OCC: I hope you don't mind if I join in.

 

IC:

 

Grey stopped as he stood in the doorway of the tavern and considered turning back for the tenth time since he had left his room. He was not used to visiting taverns and he didn't know a soul in the room but he had wanted a break from the weeks of training he had devoted himself to since joining the tower in hopes of becoming a warder.

Was this the place to take such a break though? He had heard taverns were places for thieves and drunkards. Men of ill repute. It was a place that at least the way he imagined it ended with a brawl every night. He had never been in a fight. He had had the luxury of growing up in a stable home without any siblings.

If he was to be a warder he had to get familiar with all kinds of places and people though. He gulped and carefully made his way across the tavern. He tried his best not to bump or disrupt anyone that he passed along the way. He didn't want to attract any attention to himself. The best thing to do would be to find a corner to sit in. There he could watch and observe how people behaved. Maybe it would give him an idea of how he was suppose to act as well.

“What do you want?” The barkeep asked as Grey leaned against the counter and scanned the room.

“What?” Grey asked in confusion.

“To drink. What do you want to drink?” The barkeep responded.

“Oh nothing. I am fine.” Grey answered and turned away.

“I'm not giving out free chairs here boy. If you want a seat you'll have a drink.” The barkeep snapped. His face looked like it was turning red.

Grey laughed nervously. He looked around and noticed the woman next to him had just ordered a small drink. Thinking it was a small drink and one that couldn't be toostrong if a woman was ordering it he ordered one of the same.

He tried to down in one swig as he had seen the woman do. It was clear and even though he knew it wasn't water he had the impression it would go down just as easily. It didn't. It burned down his throat and into his stomach. He coughed and wiped a tear away from his eye as he felt a wave of heat radiate through his blood. That was not what he had expected. The barkeep was smiling at him. Grey tried to smile back but ended up coughing again.

It was going to be an interesting night.

Edited March 8, 2013 by Arinth

[U4ea]

Edana tilted a look at the barkeeper and smirked at the kid who'd sat next to her. He was doing his best to lose his lungs on the shot of stout liquor he'd been poured and Edana couldn't stop her grin from spreading. She leaned over and thumped him on the back a few times, refilling his glass from her bottle and nodding at him. "It only burns the first time," she laughed, downing another shot and watching him out of the corner of her eye. 

 

The bartender shook his head and moved on down the bar, his shoulders dancing with laughter. Ed turned her attention back to the boy next to her. Boy? Light, when did I get so old? she groaned inwardly. Shoving that thought aside, she turned them instead to what brought this young man into the bar. Considering his responses to the bartender, he wasn't used to taverns and if his reaction of the liquor was any indication, he wasn't terribly well acquainted with drink, either. 

 

And he looked vaguely familiar. Her long red braid shifted on her back as she leaned back on the bar, keeping her weight on the left side so she could easily get to her sword if it was needed. Some training never got pounded out of you, no matter how hard people tried. 

 

"I'm Ed," she said softly. "If you don't mind my asking, if you didn't come in for a drink, what did you come in for?" 

 

~Edana

[Visar Falmaien]

(Ooc: why not Torvus will join in)

 

Torvus glared at his fifth glass of Domani brandy, wishing it would make him feel anything but numb and slightly tipsy. The domani couldn't drink worth a dozen paces in a straight line, but they sure knew how to make double distilled wines that went down well. If only it were stronger. Torvus suspected some genius in the world had something triple distilled. Maybe the Aiel, they were rumored to have a drink so strong you breathed fire afterwards. Torvus smiled. If only the Cairhien hadn't messed things up, making Aiel-made producta an incredibly rare item, he might be enjoying a glass of some.

 

Instead, it was back to trusty brandy, which was at least reliable and Torvus knew his limits. Only, judging by the barkeep's dark glances in hisndirection, he was always pushing those when it came to drink. Well he always paid what he could afford, and if he could not he moved on to another tavern.

 

Guard duty was dull beyond his ability to describe. And it had only been a year. Or had it been two already? Torvus's only consolation was the precious few days he could get off, and with several disciplinary infractions resulting in extra duty, a day off was a thing of the past. Technically he should have been on duty an hour ago, but he had bribed a fellow guard to take his shift for the night. Torvus was spending the rest of the week's pay here, trying to drown out his anger at being here, baited by the greatest library in the world, and switched by having his talent and time wasted serving the Light bloody Tower Guard.

 

He tapped his glass twice and the barkeep glared at him, then reluctantly refilled his glass.

"No more after that, you're cut off young Guardsman," he chastised Torvus. "I've seen what you do with a whole bottle. Don't even think about trying something in my tavern."

Ah, so word must have gotten around about his last drinking adventure, which had resulted in two weeks night watch, no permission to leave tower grounds off duty, and cleaning out the stables during the day. Somehow this man knew about that. Must be some bloody flamng Guild, thought Torvus.

 

He made a show of understanding but inside he was seething. His one night off in weeks and he can't even get properly relaxed! At least his drinks were starting to have more effect on him, droning in to a louder buzz. To top it all off a couple of newcomers arrived and both ordered brandy. Torvus openly glared at the barkeep when he gave the woman a whole bottle. He glanced at the woman...something about her was familiar but Torvus dosn't care right then. How come she got a bottle without even asking, and he was denied even though he had coin to pay? Wasn't bloody fair!

 

Then a younger man joined the bar, tried brandy and embarrassed himself. Torvus would have laughed but he caught on to the barkeep's strategy. He was denying drink to Torvus and using the rest of it to spread it out. Torvus glanced at the counter behind th ba. Sure enough, that had been the last bottle!

 

They started to have a friendly conversation. Torvus wasn't really in the mood to listen. It was time to find another bloody tavern.

 

Barely able to keep his composure, Torvus got up to leave, but in his anger and clumsiness he knocked his stool over, crashing to the ground with a bang. He stumbled, windmilled a litte, then recovered his balance. He tried to jerk his coat up from the stool but it was momentarily stck. The ensuing struggle earned him laughs and jeers from those watching.

 

Recovering his coat and snatching it on, Torvus glared at everyone, feeling his face redden with humilation. He turned to stomp off, but stumbled and veered back to the bar, crashing his shoulder into the young man sitting there by the woman. Disentangling hmself, and feeling his head buzz like a hornet's nest, Torvus lashed out at the closest target, the man he had just run into, shoving and shouting.

 

 

"Hey, whatch whereya goin, lightweight!" He continued with less appropriate insults, accompanied by the most awkward silence. The woman rose behind him. Torvus turned and stared.

"Whatr you lookin at, carrot top?" He snapped, not knowing what he was in for.

 

-Torvus Arathel, drunk and provoking a fight.

[Arinth]

"It only burns the first time."

 

Grey dried the tear in his eye and glanced over at the woman who was patting his back. She was older than him with long red hair tied up in a braid. He found that her red hair made her attractive and that thought made him blush. He turned his face to hide his reddening cheeks and called for another drink. She drank hers down without flinching. It was impressive to him.

 

He drank down his second shot. And immediately started coughing again. Burn him but it did not only burn the first time. It did go down slightly easier though. A shiver still went down his spine and back up again.

 

“If you didn't come in for a drink, what did you come in for?” The woman asked.

 

“I am not sure. I guess to find out what people did in a tavern. I had this picture it was drinking and fighting with insults flying all over the place. Looks like I was wrong though.” He glanced at her again and tried to hold avoid looking away immediately this time. If his cheeks were still red he hoped she would blame the alcohol.

 

As he was looking at her he heard a man grumbling as he stumbled towards him. He turned to look just as the man lurched forward and crashed into him. Grey quickly stood and threw his hands up to avoid any confrontation. The man shoved him and started shouting at him. Grey's eyes widened. He couldnt understand half of what the man was trying to say but the conviction in which he spoke was startling considering they had never met.

 

Before Grey could react the man turned towards Ed and snapped at her.

 

What did I come in for? I guess I came to get in a fight.

 

He grabbed the man's shoulder and spun him back around. He wasn't sure but it seemed that when a man insulted you unprovoked with such unrelenting fervor that you were expected to fight him. As awkward and ill advised as it was he balled up his fist and swung it at the man's face.

[Visar Falmaien]

(ooc: I guess I'll post real short for my quick reaction then Edana or whoever else wants to can take the scene from there, Edana, feel free to give Torvus a good beating, you have my permission and he deserves it :D)

 

Torvus had a distant feeling that there was about to be some sort of a fight, and he smiled at the woman, who looked like another guardsman like him. A faint itch at the back of his head said something was strangely familiar... he knew this woman from somewhere. It tugged at him in a faint warning, but he did not listen in his current state. He hadn't punched a woman before in a while.

 

Just as he was thinking of starting a fight with the "carrot-top", who looked sufficiently angry and possibly aggressive, Torvus was bodily swung around by the shoulder. His balance broken, he stumbled, tried to adjust his footing. He saw the punch coming, and stared at it blankly with strange curiosity, as if it were sailing at him as slow as a drifting feather in the wind. Odd, he didn't think the young man would fight back, but wasn't that what he was counting on? Let's see, he should dodge and counter punch; no, he was off balance already, he should just block it and grab the man's wrist and twist; wait how did he do that again? He was thinking so hard about it that he failed to do anything to react.

 

The fist hit him in the nose so hard that Torvus felt the loud crunching sound resound in his chest. Was that his nose or the man's fingers? Or both? He didn't care to think much about the results as he had just been hit really hard. Torvus stumbled back, taking a little time to recover, feeling the taste of blood run onto his tongue.

 

The other guests in the tavern rose to their feet as if having one mind split in two, some anxious to leave and were already headed for the doors, others eager to watch or take part in a fight. The tavernkeep yelled at them to take it outside, for Torvus to be kicked out, but didn't want to get bloodied himself. The bouncers, who would normally break up such a thing before it started, were nowhere to be seen. Probably asleep drunk or something. Torvus was not aware of them at all, their frenzied voices just a dull buzz in his ears. He hated wasps, they made his skin crawl.

 

Strangely, the alcohol and the punch had served to loosen him up and deadened the pain that was starting to come in from the initial shock of the blow. He balled his own fists in response, and suddenly the young man before him personified everything he was angry about rolled up into one person. How wonderful, a pressure valve, he thought wickedly, as he charged and swung at the man with wild abandon, not really caring about technique or whether his punches landed. Some of them would surely.

 

He felt wonderfully alive in those precious semi-moments, like he had never been before. But this man didn't want to be hit much, and reality soon rushed up to meet Torvus in his drunken reverie. Someone, he wasn't sure who, swung him around again. What, was this a group fight now?

 

Torvus, in the midst of a growing brawl :)

[U4ea]

Edana opened her mouth to laugh about finding brawls and fights in a tavern, then was glad she'd saved her breath. Torvus, stumbled into view. She recognized him from training and guard duty. His speech was slurred, but she understood every utterance. Carrot Top, am I? she smirked. She was saved from a comment as the younger man beside her swung his fist. She leaned back on the bar for a moment, tipping her glass at the barkeep, who removed the bottle for safe keeping, and then downing the contents while Torvus recovered from the initial blow and barreled into the other man. She sighed heavily and stalked behind them, waiting to catch Torvus without his hands on the chap. The poor kid had decided to start the fight in her honor, after all. She couldn't leave him to fend for himself. 

 

 

She was pretty sure there would be double duty for a year for this, but she hadn't had much excitement in her life in the last few months. 

 

 

She got her chance and curled her hand around his shoulder, turning him back towards her and sweeping his legs out from under him with a short kick.  "Stay down, Torvus," she advised, not that he listened. He lurched to his feet, knocking her off of hers in the mean time. She cursed and sent a kick into his gut, pushing him away from a table they'd fallen close to. "Well, if I'm going to be in for it, I may as well enjoy it," she laughed, pushing herself to her feet and following after him. "Come on, I know you learned better than that brute fist waving, Torvus. The least you could do is make it a decent fight!" 

 

She grinned at the first man, realizing he still hadn't introduced himself and shook her head. "I didn't even get to finish my drink!" She turned back to Torvus just in time to duck a punch. "You're going to owe me a bottle, you know. There's no way we're getting out of this and still be able to make it down to town for a drink, either." She jabbed his jaw with a short punch and danced back a step, getting out of his reach again. "And I'm not even touching the issue of dragging an innocent vegetable into your name calling! Carrot Top? Really? You can't be more inventive than that? I was called worse than that before I was walking!"

 

 

~Edana

I got a few punches in, but it's more fun when you're putting up a fight. Take your best shot, babe! ;-) 

[_Kynwric_]

Kyn had been sitting in the corner of the tavern from before Edana had walked in. He had stayed where he was however, recognizing the swagger with which she was carrying herself as one that generally led to bloodshed. He picked up the mug that was in front of him as he watched the Tower Guard walk to the bar and order a drink and he watched all the following antics that ensued, he almost rose when that boy punched Torvus straight in the nose. That surprised him a bit, and he nearly spat his beer through his nose before he stifled the laugh, perhaps Torvus would learn from this lesson as he would not learn from amny others that had been theoretically taught to him. Kyn seriously doubted more Wall time would help Torvus learn any more than it had before, which was nothing. But that broken nose might.. 

 

Kyn wiped his nose and chin with his sleeve and then took another drink from his cup, the brawl was only just beginning and he had a good view of the action. At least there'd be some better entertainment than that gleeman, or supposed gleeman, his stories had too much the sound of truth to them for the man to have been too practiced. Kyn took his mind from the gleeman, who was hastily packing up his lute to make an exit, and returned his attention to the barfight, which was turning into more of a brawl as first Torvus and then Edana were sprawled on the floor. He gave a rueful shake of his head at the way things had begun, including the childish insults and waited for the next move as Edana regained her feet and gave Torvus a quick jab, neither of the Tower Guards truly giving the boy any attention at all. 

 

OOC: Give him a reason to get in the fight, someone get knocked into the table and spill his beer or hit him accidentally...

[U4ea]

Edana yawned waiting on Torvus to respond and grinned at the younger man who had such a difficult time with whiskey. "Umm..." she started, shaking her head. "I didn't catch your name, I apologize for that. Would you like some free training on how to handle these situations?" 

 

She didn't really wait for an answer, just slid her eyes back to Torvus. "You see, he's drunk enough he's stumbling, which means his balance leaves a lot to be desired. Roughly translated, you really don't have to do a lot of work to cause him some harm. He'll do most of that, himself, and save you the trouble." 

 

Torvus charged her again and she laughed, neatly sidestepping him, and bending to sweep his legs out from under him again. This time, however, he crashed into a table behind them. Edana eyed Torvus for a moment, then turned her eyes back to the younger man. "You see? There's bound to be blood on the floor after a crash like that one..." she paused, hearing another crash and turning towards it. The table Torvus had crashed into had tipped under his weight and fell sideways to the floor. A man had been sitting behind it, a mug in his hand. The contents of that mug were now covering the front of his tunic. Edana opened her mouth to apologize, but the words got stuck in her throat as she realized whose hand was holding that beer. 

 

"Lesson number two," she said softly, her eyes widening a bit like a rabbit caught in a snare.  "If you're going to get involved in a fight in a tavern, make sure there's not anyone who outranks you handy." She cursed inwardly, remembering how soundly Kynwric trounced her every single time she'd lifted a sword or a fist to the man. "Make that two bottles, Torvus!" she shouted over the noise of patrons scuttling out of the way. She had a nasty feeling those bottles would have to be delivered to the Infirmary after this debacle... 

 

 

~Edana 

[Visar Falmaien]

Torvus unexpectedly found himself sniffing the timbers on the floor.  She had tripped him somehow, and he hadn't even seen it; he had been looking at something other than her legs.  Which were well toned, he noted with a perverse grin, before he lurched back up to his feet, did much the same thing to her, and received a nasty kick to the midsection that knocked the wind out of him.  He clumsily tried to keep fighting, but it was hard to do that when the room was spinning around him!  She taunted him playfully, and while part of him found it hilarious, part of Torvus was angry and needed to blow off steam.  This woman, apparently someone of 

 

Torvus was dimly aware that the fight was not going nearly as well as he'd hoped.  This Guardswoman was beating the snot out of him!  She was too fast and too trained at fisticuffs, something he really hadn't trained enough in.  He clumsily tried to hit her over and over again and it just didn't seem to be working.

 

 "You're going to owe me a bottle, you know. There's no way we're getting out of this and still be able to make it down to town for a drink, either," She said as she jabbed him in the jaw.  He rolled the punch slightly, that much he knew how to do.  Stay loose, stay focused.  Stay angry.  If only she would get into his range long enough...

 

"Aye, I'll get you a drink, you bloody wench!" he found himself saying before stringing some more barely intelligible curses to follow.  They weren't his best insults; sadly those were reserved until he was sober.

 

"And I'm not even touching the issue of dragging an innocent vegetable into your name calling! Carrot Top? Really? You can't be more inventive than that? I was called worse than that before I was walking!"

 

He growled, and threw some more insults and punches, but again, not his best.  She was dancing away from him. He had to think of another way to do this.  He saw a dangerous looking man still sitting down behind her, even after most of the tavern's customers had left.  He decided to wait, think a bit till something came to mind.  He acted like he had no balance at all, and stumbled around; while his balance wasn't his best, he had not drunk enough to actually feel that way.  An act, to throw his opponents off guard.  He'd even take a hit to make her believe that, as he charged her again, and crashed into a table just next to the dangerous man, spilling his drink.

 

Torvus got up, wiped the blood off his mouth, and stumbled to put Edana between himself and the other man, who rose looking angry.  Edana seemed too shocked to move; did she know this person?  He didn't care. Now!  Torvus rushed Edana while she was not paying as much attention to him, more successfully this time though he did take another punch to the jaw, and tackled her to crash directly into the other man.  The mug shattered onto the floor.  Torvus had up to this point completely ignored the first man who had started the fight.  

 

He grabbed a stool while they were tangled up, and brought it wheeling around in a horizontal blow to hit both of them with its crushing weight.  But before the blow could cause serious harm, someone crashed into Torvus and he, whoever had tackled him, and the stool, all went flying into Edana and Kynwric before they could disentangle themselves.  

 

What followed was absolute chaos, and Torvus could not tell what was going on in the disorienting crush of bodies, just that pain was happening.  The tavernkeep was yelling at them still, and had found the bouncers, who both closed in with clubs to try to end the fight, but only ended up making it worse.

 

-Torvus Arathel, escalating the fight.

[_Kynwric_]

Kynwric was just looking for a place to have a drink or two while Loraine was meeting with her Sisters in the Tower. He had found just the place, right up until Edana had come in, that girl seemed to bring trouble like cows brought flies. He was prepared to ignore the goings on of the two Tower Gaurds, so long as they left him in peace, but that apparently just wasn't meant to happen as he was soon weaing his ale and face to face with a very startled looking Edana. Well, good... at least she's still a little scared. Kyn thought to himself as he drew himself up off of his seat and brushed his tunic clean. He glowered at Edana, focusing on her to the point he barely noticed Torvus swinging the barstool. Fortunately for Edana someone slammed into Torvus and knocked all of them to the ground. Kyn had tried to push himself clear of that pile, but wasn't able to do so. He found himself kicking at any of the softer bits of person he could reach until his legs were free and he could put himself back on his own two feet. He ignored the shouts of the barkeep, who was an small inconsequential man, and instead turned his eyes on the bouncers and with his right hand reached for the now freed leg of the barstool Torvus had held a moment ago. He took a long step, but not quite a jump, to put himself between the pile of three bodies he'd just entangled himself from and the bouncers and gave them a smile that would disquiet the dead before wading in and using the leg as a he did a lathe, with a brutal efficiency, knocking the first bouncer out with his first swing by hitting him the temple. This only left the other bouncer and his own Tower trained fighters left to deal with. 

[U4ea]

Edana groaned, laying her forehead on the floor under her. She let the room spin around her for a moment as she caught her breath. Light, that idiot knocked her over in a heap! She touched her fingers to her side, closing her eyes as she pressed against ribs that were screaming. She'd planned on paying for this tomorrow, but she'd really hoped it would be tomorrow before she had to do it. 

 

She rolled her head to the side and eyed Kynwric attacking the guard, laughing a bit and settling onto her backside to watch. If the big Warder was willing to do the dirty work, who was she to argue? She was sure he'd be back to her in a minute. She looked around and found an abandoned mug and grabbed it, laying her forearms on her knees as she took a deep gulp from the mug. She gagged, shaking her head at the vile tasting froth inside. Whoever belonged to this drink needed an education in drinking if this is the swill they chose?" 

 

She sighed, tossing it aside. She rather beat on Kynwric than swallow that rot! She pushed herself to her feet, stepping between the remaining guard and Kynwric. "He's a meany, ya know?" she smirked at the guard who tried to push her out of the way. She shook her head and twisted her foot under the big guy's ankle. He was expecting that, it seemed, as he spun with her kick, bending from the waist. She smirked, bringing her elbow down in the center of his back, then using her knee to push him back to his feet. He had enough time to give her an odd look before she planted her fist in the center of his face, earning herself a satisfying crunch as his nose broke and he was pushed backwards into the bar. He came back at her, bottle in hand and she laughed harder, ducking his first meaty swing. "Ah, now, tell me that's not a bottle of that lovely whiskey. You're not going to hit me with that, are you? That's not very nice..." 

 

When he charged her again, she curled her hand around his wrist, finding the tendon in his wrist and pressing until he released the bottle, her other hand pinning his collarbone away from her as much as she could. He landed a solid crack on her shin and she gasped, her grip slacking. He got a punch in, flipping her around against the bar and twisting her arm behind her. Pain exploded in her shoulder and she cursed, her free hand curling around another bottle. She kicked back, striking his shin enough to loosen his grip. She turned around, crashing the bottle into his head and smiling as he sank to the ground at her feet. "See? Why can't all men be so cooperative?" she smirked across the room at Kynwric. 

 

~Edana

[Arinth]

Grey stumbled back to his feet. His mouth was dripping blood from the shots Torvus had landed. His blood was pumping. Somehow the combination of the alcohol and the fighting felt....good. He smiled and spit out blood.

 

He had tackled Torvus when the man had been about to go around clubbing everyone with the bar stool. The man whose table they had crashed into had taken an leg of the stool and had already dropped one of the bouncers. Grey wasn't going to get involved with him.

 

He glanced over at the woman. She was fighting another man. He was about to jump in to help her when she crashed a bottle over the man's head. He was impressed by her skill and toughness. She had held her own against two different men. He was glad he hadn't been the one fighting her. He turned his attention back to the man in front of him.

 

All that was left was Torvus. The man was still laying on the floor. He had taken quite a few shots from the woman and his face looked pretty beat up. Grey grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him up to his feet. At the same time he punched the man in the ribs once, then twice. He reared his fist back to punch Torvus in the face but the man headbutted him and sent him crashing to the floor. Light flashed across his vision and he fought to regain focus. He looked across at Torvus who had slumped back down to his knees and suddenly everything seemed very funny. Grey leaned back against and upturned table and started laughing. At his feet he found the bottle of the whiskey the other man had dropped when he had attacked the woman. He opened the bottle and took a drink, and then another. It still sent a shutter down his spine but he could get used to it.

Edited June 7, 2013 by Arinth

[Visar Falmaien]

One of the bouncers managed to clip him upside tye head, so Torvus's ability to hold his own in the brawl quickly vanished, as did amy ability for the alcohol to deaden any of the pain from his bruises and breaks.

 

Torvus went down in the heap of confusion, having difficulty rising. He missed most of the particulars of the last part of the fight, and his vision was blurred. His head hurt a Lot.

 

Funny, he thought, i hadn't had That much to drink!

 

A man helped him up by the shirt. How kind of him!

 

"Why thangkyoo-oof!" He started to say, but was rudely interrupted by a fist to the ribs, belonging to the same person who helped him up.

 

"Now wait a minute, why did you d'Oof!" The second punch was much harder and knocked the wind out of him. Torvus's knees buckled and he stumbled forward, his head hitting Grey's forehead and they both went down to the floor from the impact. He hugged himself on the ground, trying to breath. He blacked out for a minute and came to the sound of laughter.

 

Where's the joke? He wondered, and saw the man he'd been fighting drinking a bottle of whiskey, laughing in between forceful swallows. Come to think of it, he thought as he stumbled to his feet, this whole situation was rather absurd! Where was something to drink? The bouncers were knocked out; the tavern was all but deserted. No doubt the tavernkeep had run for reinforcements, but this did not worry Torvus at all.

 

He found a bottle of something one of the fleeing guests had left, and claimed it as his own. He choked on the first draught, and then could not help but start laughing too!

[U4ea]

Edana heard the laughter and turned to face Torvus and the other man, both drinking from their own bottles. Their laughter made her pause and look around at the empty tavern. Games were abandoned, as were drinks and food. People just couldn't handle a good fight, these days! She grinned and shook her head at the pair of them, snagging her own bottle and dropping into a chair nearby. "You two really know how to clear a room!" she hooted, drinking straight from the bottle and nodding appreciatively as the fire inside burned its way to her belly. 

 

"I suspect you got what you were after, Torvus?" she asked, smirking. "I never did catch your name," she said quietly, eyeing the one coughing on a bottle of whiskey. "It seems like you found something worth a good swing or two, though! Cheers!" 

 

~Loraine

[seiakera]

Kilrin stepped through the tavern door, her narrowed eyes seeking out those responsible for the damage. Her hip ached from the quick walk after her lieutenant had informed her of a trainee, two tower guards, and a warder involved in a tavern brawl. Usually, the city guard was well capable of handling such incidents but in this case, the damage was extensive.

 

Her assessment of the scene before her confirmed the lieutenant's report. "What the bloody hell is going on here?!" Heads turned towards her and she identified each culprit, not surprised in the slightest except for Kynwric.

[U4ea]

Ed looked up as the door opened and groaned inwardly. Her shoulders felt itchy, so she knew it wasn't good. She turned as a voice barked across the tavern, biting her lip to keep from muttering aloud. Kynwric outranked them, so she wasn't going to open her mouth and say a word until he did. She pushed herself to her feet and stiffened her back, her chin lifting. Her eyes took in the damage around her with a cursory glance, trying to assess it from Kilrin's perspective. It didn't look good. 

 

Her gaze slid to Kynwric and her jaw tighened. He wasn't going to say anything. "A disagreement, Master Kilrin," she answered, her voice the only sound in the tavern. "Or, rather a misunderstanding." She turned to the other two, her glare daring them to disagree with her. 

 

~Edana