And the night had been going so well too. The peace and quiet of local tavern she had discovered only recently was being disturbed for the third time this week. The first time he had gotten into a brawl after someone told him to quiet down from yelling out his war stories, and he WOULD NOT BE DISRESPECTED, credentials, credentials, I'm amazing, to paraphrase, and then he went on to try to prove it. He wasn't weak, but the alcohol and the old age were definitely impeding him, it wasn't too bad for the first few seconds, but after two good swings, before the other person could retaliate, Hasani as it became known, had fallen to the floor and passed out, minimal damage, and he had the coin on his person and it was taken to pay for the drinks he had consumed.
The second night he had come in, after a similar performance to the first, the bar tender knew it wasn't going to lead anywhere productive, and didn't want to lose business from the disturbance, and as he started to tell the patron he was going to be asked to leave, Hasani threw a tantrum. He picked up one of the stools and smashed it to the ground, and started with a guilt speech, followed by stating how often he came here and was a patron to the tavern for many years and he stormed off without paying his tab, perhaps deliberate. Who could tell.
But this night, Chimera wasn't going to have any of that.
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The second night he had come in, after a similar performance to the first, the bar tender knew it wasn't going to lead anywhere productive, and didn't want to lose business from the disturbance, and as he started to tell the patron he was going to be asked to leave, Hasani threw a tantrum. He picked up one of the stools and smashed it to the ground, and started with a guilt speech, followed by stating how often he came here and was a patron to the tavern for many years and he stormed off without paying his tab, perhaps deliberate. Who could tell.
But this night, Chimera wasn't going to have any of that.
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