Pig's Foot Tavern-Ahhhhh Shaddup (Casper)

[Kreig Messer]

45th day of spring, 20th bell, 19 Chime.

The Pig's Foot often got very quiet in the evening, surprising for any tavern goer, but in Sunberth the Pig's foot had the unfortunate 'blessing' of being a meeting point for the various underground element's that run the city, tonight was not one of those meetings however. Tonight was simply a quiet night, there was no loud noise, there were no loud drunks, no boasting of false achievements. Only a few people, enjoying whatever meal or drink they had.

Kreig was enjoying such a night really, although he usually preferred such establishments to be full because it had a bigger opportunity of a brawl breaking out or some more interesting conversations he'd attempt to listen on. But he was enjoying himself with an associate of his, one he only met sometime ago. Chatting about days events, life, each other, something unrelated. Truly some days only need simple conversations with others to brighten one's day.

[Casper]

The buzz was starting to get to Casper's he head as he took yet another gulp out of his mug, the bitter drink sliding down his throat pleasantly as ever. He turned to the young man who was sitting next to him, unsure whether he had crossed the border from tipsy to drunk. One thing that made his intoxication rather obvious was that he was feeling much more talkative than usual. "... And that'ss when I got this nasty bugger," he finished his tale, pointing to wound on his hand that was in its finishing stages of healing. Not quite sure why he had started talking about the thing in the first place, he squinted at the blonde, wondering absentmindedly who the fellow he was talking to was. "Ssay, what'ss yer name again?" He picked his mug up again from the table and took another gulp out of it, and sat back in his chair. The atmosphere tonight was not bad; the faces around him were not as ugly as usual, and it was neither too quiet or too empty. The alcohol that blurred his senses were definitely helping his good humor.

[Kreig Messer]

"Oh yes what?" Kreig said, a little tipsy himself " My name? I don't know ......Ginger, Betty, Boris" He started spouting names randomly as he talked moving his cup of ale back and forth "Oh that's right...Its Kreeeeeiiiiiig.....yes, I think thatss right..... alot shorter sounding though, saying it fast like freak....M'ethinks" He had said, trying to remember where he was "Oh yes, the Pig's Foot.... Weird name for a tavern don't you think....Pig's foot...hehehehheheh....Oink Oink" Perhaps tipsy understating it.

Looking at his associat "Casper....was it"He ruffled the mans white hair with his left hand and then showed him his palm, which showed a nasty little scar he got a few years back "Now this scar here.....This scar here dear boy, Oy Oy, are you paying attention? this 'ere story is gonna trump yours" Kreig boasted,a scar he earned a few years back, a reminder that he can't use it as well now and then compared to his right "This one, I got from a blaggered, two of 'em ah think, who stabbed me right 'ere. Took 'em out like a king.....I think there was blood, alot of it from...... Loooooked like a person who had too many tomatoes thrown at him....heheheha" He suddenly took another gulp of his ale "Now look here whitey, your a nice fella, but why you always looook HIC looooked like a person who want's to start something, I coulda clobbbered youssss"

[Casper]

"'Another," Casper said, grabbing a waitress by the elbow as she passed between tables. She took his empty mug with and disappeared in the crowd. His new acquaintance's drunken behavior was amusing him greatly, and being inebriated himself, he felt an urge to catch up with Kreig's level of intoxication. He tried to flatten his hair after the sudden dishevelment, but it was never one for doing what he wanted it to do. He made an exaggerated sneer at the story as though he were unimpressed."Psh, that'ss nothin'. I'da taken 'em out--" He interrupted himself mid sentence as the waitress returned with a full mug of ale. He grabbed it before she even set it on the table and took several gulps, wiping his mouth on his sleeve before he continued. "I'da taken 'em out without no sscar to remember 'em by," Grinning, he let Kreig speak before he decided to engage in a monologue of his own. "I'm alwayss sstartin' ssomethin. Ain't Everyone? It'ss life, man. Juss' people sstartin' things, an' clobberin' people for god'ss knowss what reasons." Realizing that he had stopped making much sense, he couldn't see the harm in rambling further. "I been clobberin' things ssince I was thiss--" Squinting, he raised his hand about a foot above the ground, "Thiss ssize, about. what've you been up to all yer life? Not sstartin' or clobberin' thingss? Now, that'ss a borin' way to live."

[Kreig Messer]

"I liiiveeed here all mah life ya twit" Kreig said, his drunkenness causing him to move a little wildly "Whatcha think ah been doin' growing up? Pickin' flowers aaaand....woah" He cought himself before falling over, emitting a relieved chuckle "An-anyhooooo, fightin' was my sister, I got into a LOOOOOT of fights. Like a sister I loved it too, Makess me go a little crazy though, Jusst go wild" He chuckled, then tried to sip his ale only to find it empty as he looked through the mug "Wheeered the Aaalee go" He said djectedly as he rested his head on the table "Aaaaan sscarss are sspectacular, it showssss how tough you are byy survivin' through situationss like dem, looong as da story is truee of course, orrr a good enough lie" After a few moments he looked around and then looked at casper with drunken eyes "Hey, hey you listenin', How 'bout a fight?"

[Casper]

He laughed loudly at Kreig's proposal, finding the idea both outrageous and enticing at the same time. "Ha! You think you sstand a fightin' chance?" He said with all the confidence in the world. He started to rise from his seat, but saw his mug again and decided to sit back down and drink some more. " I may not be from your preciouss Ssunberth, place ye call home or whatever..." He stopped, having forgotten what point he was trying to make. Then he remembered, and started again. "But a brawl'ss a brawl, no matter where you're from, and I'll be damned if I ain't good at it." oocAhh sorry for the short post :S I'm a bit inspiration-less today I guess

[Kreig Messer]

"Aaaaand, Ill be damned...."Kreig stood from his chair, his back facing Casper "Oy.....where'd ya go?" He said looking in all directions before turning around to face his white haired associate 'Oh, there you are......What was I saying? Oh, I'll be damned if I'm not better than you....That was what I was saying, right?" The last part was asked to no one in particular before he drunkenly raised his fists 'Arright then, I'm going to smash yer face in and your gonna look like...welllll, someone who'ss got hiss face smashed in, I suppose"

Wasting no time he threw an awkward punch at casper, it was slow and clumsy and ,surprisingly, unrefined even by brawler's standards, but thats what you get if you aren't sober enough to throw a good punch.

[Casper]

It was an unexpected move on Kreigs part. Well, actually, it was probably the most predictable thing to happen since the dawn of time, but Casper was not one to predict in his state. Still sitting as the fist collided with his cheek, he fell over his chair clumsily, and as if his orientation hadn't been messed up before, it certainly was now as he crashed to the ground. He got up, relying on the use of his hands on a table to help him, and drew himself to his full height in front of Kreig, which wasn't much as he kept swaying. "You're gonna regret that," he said with a crazed grin, planting his feet into the ground. Unluckily for Kreig, a good stance was something quite instinctive for Casper, and a little bit of alcohol wasn't going to change that. "You ready for thiss, eh, eh?" He moved his fists through the air tauntingly, as though suggesting that a punch could come at any second, which was his plan, except he had a sudden change of heart. With a sudden movement, Casper threw his foot under his fallen chair and launched it directly at Kreig, watching the wooden thing fly through the air in a blur towards the drunkard's chest. He hoped the chair would knock Kreig down, but if it proved not to be enough, Casper was already planning to use the distraction in order to tackle him down to the ground instead. A good lunge to the waist, even in his drunken splendor, would at least bring both of them down onto the splintered hardwood floors of the tavern.

[Kreig Messer]

"

OYYYYYY!!" Kreig drukenly shouted as he barely caught the chair and fell down on his back, chair unscathed "YOOOoooo Idiot, you wantss ussss to be thrown outta here? Get killled even" Kreig slowly stood up, the chair in hand and carefully , even in his drunken state, set it down gently "The old man doesssn't..." Before he could finish that sentence, he was knocked down with casper ontop of him "YOOOOU IDD- whats the rest of that? oh yes, -IOT, if you break the old mans things he'll break usss, I likes it here you know" He said, looking at 'Whitey' and planned on giving him a good headbutt and pushing him off. If it didn't work he'd try to bite him in the base of his neck, anything to get him off

[Casper]

He didn't really pay attention to whatever his aquaintance was saying as he threw him to the ground, though he did feel somewhat offended at being called an idiot. He was not an idiot, as far as he was concerned. "I ain't no idiot," he retorted adamantly, "I'm--" His planned speech declaring how clever he could be was cut short by a headbutt to his face. He let go of Kreig and fell backwards on the floor. If he wasn't an idiot earlier, he certainly felt like one now as his head swam about the confines of his skull. He put a hand to his rapidly swelling forehead and let out a low groan. Somehow, whatever Kreig was telling him earlier had been communicated, and Casper didn't feel like fighting anymore. He much rather wanted to numb the pain in his head and cheek with some kind of... painkiller... He got up, wiped the dust off his pants, grabbed his chair from where Kreig had put it down, and returned it to his table, where his mug was patiently waiting, though almost empty. He took the last swig, and found that he was unsatisfied with the measly remnants. Again he found a waitress, and stumbled over her clumsily before he could shout his order much louder than he needed to. "Oi, lady... I wan' another drink, and ssssso does blondie. That guy over there," he pointed towards the friendly drunk. "Hey blondie! Thissss one'ssss on me."