Sulavik twitched when the Drykas came over to him, staying on the floor, nose still throbbing and groin still hurting from the powerful kicks he had recieved to both. His muscles tensed up, sensing the Drykas boy talking, and tried his very best to ignore him. He felt that if he tried to speak to the condescending boy, he might lose it again, and he really didn't have the strength to do anything of the kind. He ignored the barmaid trying to deal with the situation, trying to be nice to him. It stung more than it probably should have. It was not that he did not appreciate what the girl was doing, it was more that she had to stoop to that level in the first place. He should not have lost control like that. He should not have been BEATEN like that. He was sinking further and further into the ranks of Cerulean, and it was a slightly terrifying thought. He could hear the vague sounds of the bouncer and the Drykas trying to rule the unruly crowd. He had no doubt that they were not very successful. He stayed curled on the floor, in that embarrassing, compromising position, while he waited for the nice barmaid to come back. She was nice. He liked her. He looked up as she spoke to him in her soft, melodic voice, with a chair in tow. "Thank you," Sulavik murmured, fully intending on putting his hands onto the seat of the chair and hauling himself up through biceps, but he was shocked, and somewhat pleased, when she started to try and pull him up onto the chair. He did not complain at the assistance, but he did try and put most of the weight onto the chair, mainly supporting himself, weak though his knees were, saving her from the struggle of lifting an Akalak up. "Thanks," he murmured, once again, absently twisting the pipe within his fingers as she walked away. He sat on the chair, slowly regaining his breath and strength, absently looking at the pipe. It felt awkward. He was sitting by himself in the middle of a tavern with many eyes just watching him, amused. He couldn't be here. Without waiting for the barmaid to come back, without talking to the Drykas one more time, without threatening the bouncer, he walked out of the tavern. He had left the pipe on the table. |