Completed Getting Otter Hand

[Shijara]

Vomit flew everywhere, and Shijara had given up. She sat, taking deep breaths, watching the scene unfold. "I hate you," she muttered, picking apart a piece of bread and nibbling on it until the man had come to a stop, ready to pass out. The bartender gave her a look and she knew what was coming next. She glanced down at Kel who had now got comfortable enough to sit. Any kind of attractiveness this man once held was so overshadowed by his assholery, and she didn't fight it when the bartender came back to their table with a mop and bucket. "I really hate you," she said, knowing that nothing that came out of her mouth now mattered. She might not have to pay for the damages, but there was only so much she could avoid. She groaned, her conscious and her mind fighting for privilege. Even her guardian had something to say, and she sighed again, the spirit's voice in her head not a comfort, 'Oh, he's charming.' He's disgusting. Shijara began cleaning up the mess, avoiding eye contact with everyone else, and one of the only reasons she didn't kick the asshole was because of the cute otter in his lap.The animal that had lead her to trouble. Maybe it was truly evil. A evil entity pretending to be innocent. Or maybe Kel's attitude had tainted the poor thing. Shijara sloshed the mop around, diluting the vomit and wiping it up. Soon the majority was handled and the only thing left was a damp floor and a sour smell lingering in the air. She grabbed the rag she ordered and wiped her hands before going over to Kel who had fallen asleep. She wanted to punch him. Relax., she thought, taking a deep breath to calm herself. Finally she wiped his mouth and the wound on his face, shaking her head. She moved to the side, just in case the petcher decided to throw up again, and pulled out her sketchbook. And then she drew. She made cartoon little images, simplified of course. One was of her chasing Jenkins, the second of him jumping like a girl at her eyes. The third of him getting punched in the face. The fifth she focused on, having his doodle vomiting everywhere, eyes bulging. She even chuckled to herself as she moved her worn charcoal across the page. The final image was of her grudgingly moping the floor, glaring at the viewer. Shijara paused, glancing at Kel. She flipped over the paper, writing: Dear Bottle Breath, Do women actually find you alluring? Hopes this helps you remember. Also, I hate you. Sincerely, Shijara P.s: I tried to steal your soul. You didn't have one. P.s.s: Cute otter. Shijara had never written anything before (Tawna didn't have a written language, after all), and had to ask another patron to help her record the message.When she was finally done, she folded up the note and tucked it in Kel's pocket. She gave Jenkins a little pat on the head and then turned away. She began walking to the door.

[Kel Tempest]

Day 4 of Spring in the Year 514 AV

**12 bells later**


The first thing Kel felt was the pounding of his head to the beat of his heart. His jaw throbbed and he raised a hand, gingerly feeling his face. He winced as he touched the bruise that covered his jawline. He groaned and slowly opened his eyes, blinking rapidly. It was approaching dusk, the sun had almost just set, the alley surrounded in shadows.


The Svefra lay sprawled out on the ground in between two buildings. The stars faintly peeked out from the clouds overhead. Kel was chilled to the bone but was burning hot in one spot on his chest. A heavy weight seemed to hold him down. He looked up groggily, and saw a small critter sleeping soundly on his chest. He groaned and laid a hand on the sea otter. Jenkins stirred and slowly woke up. The small animal yawned and stretched.


The rumpled looking man sat there for a moment, looking at Jenkins. He tried to gather his thoughts but was coming up with blanks.


“What the petch happened?” The past day was a complete blank to the hung over Svefra. All he wanted to do was roll over and die. He smacked his lips in disgust, feeling like his mouth was stuffed with cotton. He gently pushed the sea otter off his chest and propped himself up. The last few stragglers, making their way home from work, walked through the street at the end of the ally.


Kel groaned once again and pushed himself to his feet. He swayed slightly but managed to balance himself against the wall before his shaky legs gave out on him. He took a small step forward. And then another. And then another, until he was making his way steadily to the road. He made it to the main street and looked around, confused. He didn’t know where he was, nor how he got there. He held up a hand and stopped a passing Akalak.


“Aye. Blue. Where the docks?” the Svefra whispered hoarsely, shading his eyes from the fading light. The muscular man stared at him, surprise turning to irritation at the reference to his skin.


“I would advise you to watch your tongue. Keep talking like that and you might find yourself in worse shape than you already are.”


Kel winced in pain as the Akalak’s voice penetrated his sensitive ears. He tried to summon the energy to retort but came up with blanks. The Akalak, fortunately, seemed to pity him and told him what he wanted to know.


“The docks are a few blocks away, stay on this road and take a left when you smell the salt.” He gave the rough looking Svefra over. “And maybe give yourself a bath. You smell like death.”


Bits of vomit residue, caked his shirt and he reeked of booze. Kel ignored the jab at his hygiene and moved past the high class individual without another word. The closest thing Kel ever got to a thank you was by not insulting them. He staggered through the streets as quick as his recovering body would let him. Half a bell later, he found himself at the docks, fighting to get to his ship with the last bit of his strength.


He finally stumbled onto the Laviku’s Wrath and yanked the cabin door open. He took the last remaining steps to his bed and collapsed into it. Kel lay there a moment, staring at the ceiling. He still felt like dying was the best option. He rolled over onto his side.


He heard a quiet, ruffling sound. He looked down, and saw a little piece of parchment sticking out form his pocket. He pulled it out and examined the drawing.


Dear Bottle Breath,

Do women actually find you alluring?
Hopes this helps you remember.
Also, I hate you.

Sincerely, Shijara

P.s: I tried to steal your soul. You didn't have one.
P.s.s: Cute otter.

He flipped through the drawing, understanding dawning on him.


“Hmm…seems like I made quiet the friend today…” He grinned faintly at the picture of him throwing up and the woman angrily cleaning up his mess.


“As it should be…”


Kel couldn't read, he vaguely knew his name and a few common words but that was the extent of his reading capabilities. He would have to get Tydus to read it to him laterlooked at the name. Regardless of the fact that he couldn't understand the squiggly lines, he was intrigued by the drawing. If they depicted what occurred during the day…well he owned her.


Owned her a quick slap in the rump.


“Petting my otter…the nerve of some people…”


Kel shook his head irritably as he slowly drifted off to sleep, pictures of otters, women and ale floating through his mind just before passing out into oblivion.

[Ragdoll]

Grade Awarded!

Shijara :

Skills

Skill	Points
Drawing	1
Running	1
Observation	1
Leadership	1

Lores

Watching the Ocean
Jenkins: Cute and Soft!
Kel: Drunken Fool
Kel: Disgusting

Loot

-5 SM for the food

Comments

It was a lot of fun reading Shi's reactions to Kel's shenanigans. Sorry there wasn't much to award you here. Kudos to you for being proactive with your ledger!

Kel :

Skills

Skill	Points
Singing	2
Socialization	1
Observation	1

Lores

How to Make a Fool of Yourself: In a Crowd
How to Make a Fool of Yourself: In a Bar
Shijara: Black-Eyed Monster
Shijara: Draws
Shijara: Chaktawe
Shijara: Slaver?!

Loot

Note from Shijara

Comments

Sorry I couldn't give you much here-I know you like your XP! The amount of detail that you put in your posts really impressed me. Please edit your grade request to mark your awarded grade.

Though I try my hardest to award you what you deserve, I may occasionally mess things up! If there's something you'd like to discuss about your grade, then please don't hesitate to send me a PM and I'll be happy to work things out with you.