The tavern was crawling with all kinds of crazy, despicable, immoral, raunchy, and disgusting people. After all, this was Selevea and those were basically the only types of people who frequented this place. And thieves! He had almost forgotten about the thieves which, ironically, were probably the worst of his problems right now.
A tankard of ale was clenched in Andwyad's fist and he tilted back to guzzle the dregs before slamming it unceremoniously onto the bar counter. "an' thenshe goes an' dessides t'get kidnappeds" his words slurred together from the drink and he tipped in his chair towards the gentleman next to him who appeared to be attempting to ignore Andwyad's insistent storytelling which, to be fair, was pretty hard to do what with him falling all over the place and practically yelling.
"Kiddnapped....sded!" He cried, eyes rolling, his fist slamming onto the counter top to emphasize his point. "The...neeeeerrrrveeeee." Just then, one of the bar maids sauntered by and he swiped at her wrist, missing by inches. "Hey...hey you." He cried, waiving his hands around.
"I wantsummore ale! Summore ALE, woman!" the woman made a face but scooped up his empty cup and retreated into the back with it. A few moments later by Andwyad's skewed perspective of time, she returned and placed the newly filled tankard before him. He scooped it up, ignoring the contents that sloshed over the side and across his hand, and held it up as if to toast her.
"Yousa good....woman!" he told her, throwing back his glass once more, the drink running down his stubbled chin, down his neck, and into his lap.
Yes....tonight was a good night to be alive, nameless, and completely wasted.
