29th Spring 513AV
18th Bell
It was the hum of chatter from the patrons that kept Akhtar focused on them. If it was not for that underlying buzz of drink in the air, and the sound of chinking glasses as people drunk in honour to the brave souls that had fought away the Zith ten days ago along with the bubble of the Shattered Cycle still held upon them. He gave a nod to a patron as he sat himself up at the bar, before sliding over to tend to him and his whims.
“So, sir,” the bartender cleared his throat “Nice night no? Perhaps you’d like something to go with it?”
The patron looked up at Akhtar from beneath a thick, wiry brow and the signs of age having long since left him. Fingers drummed against the surface, whilst Akhtar remained attentive to the needs of the man before him. There was a low grumble, a mutter of words before he spoke “Just get me a beer.”
He smiled, lip curled as he turned away and dealt with the man’s request before pausing suddenly in front of the multitude of beer kegs. The man paused, before turning back once more to the patron “Good Sir… which one? We have several…”
The old man spoke “You new here boy?”
Akhtar twitched. Being called boy at his age did feel slightly demeaning, he was after all nearing his twenty-ninth year. Swallowing he leaned his head down slightly “New… yes… I started at the beginning of the season again.”
“Again boy?” questioned the old man.
“Yes… again.”
“Why?”
The bartender clicked his neck “I spent the majority of the Winter locked in my apartment… it was not a good time. Anyway, Sir… your drink?” He gestured to the kegs behind him.
“The pale one,” grumbled the old man. The Bartender flashed a smile and went over to it, pouring a glass slowly and carefully from the tap that was fixed upon its front. Eyes focused down upon it as he listened to the world behind him. Voices cheered, people drunk in their merriment, whilst those that served them worked. Not that Akhtar minded, he enjoyed the life behind the bar and out of the way of the people around him.
He slid the glass over to the old man, who quickly paid and proceeded to slurp loudly from it. The bartender however, just raised a single eyebrow before moving away and securing the coin away underneath the bar. Raising, he worked upon wiping out the glasses, whilst his eyes remained fixed upon the room and simply observed the world around him and reflected upon the days that had just passed by.
What a season it’s been so far.
18th Bell
It was the hum of chatter from the patrons that kept Akhtar focused on them. If it was not for that underlying buzz of drink in the air, and the sound of chinking glasses as people drunk in honour to the brave souls that had fought away the Zith ten days ago along with the bubble of the Shattered Cycle still held upon them. He gave a nod to a patron as he sat himself up at the bar, before sliding over to tend to him and his whims.
“So, sir,” the bartender cleared his throat “Nice night no? Perhaps you’d like something to go with it?”
The patron looked up at Akhtar from beneath a thick, wiry brow and the signs of age having long since left him. Fingers drummed against the surface, whilst Akhtar remained attentive to the needs of the man before him. There was a low grumble, a mutter of words before he spoke “Just get me a beer.”
He smiled, lip curled as he turned away and dealt with the man’s request before pausing suddenly in front of the multitude of beer kegs. The man paused, before turning back once more to the patron “Good Sir… which one? We have several…”
The old man spoke “You new here boy?”
Akhtar twitched. Being called boy at his age did feel slightly demeaning, he was after all nearing his twenty-ninth year. Swallowing he leaned his head down slightly “New… yes… I started at the beginning of the season again.”
“Again boy?” questioned the old man.
“Yes… again.”
“Why?”
The bartender clicked his neck “I spent the majority of the Winter locked in my apartment… it was not a good time. Anyway, Sir… your drink?” He gestured to the kegs behind him.
“The pale one,” grumbled the old man. The Bartender flashed a smile and went over to it, pouring a glass slowly and carefully from the tap that was fixed upon its front. Eyes focused down upon it as he listened to the world behind him. Voices cheered, people drunk in their merriment, whilst those that served them worked. Not that Akhtar minded, he enjoyed the life behind the bar and out of the way of the people around him.
He slid the glass over to the old man, who quickly paid and proceeded to slurp loudly from it. The bartender however, just raised a single eyebrow before moving away and securing the coin away underneath the bar. Raising, he worked upon wiping out the glasses, whilst his eyes remained fixed upon the room and simply observed the world around him and reflected upon the days that had just passed by.
What a season it’s been so far.
