Gods, Don't Give Him Ale
3rd of Summer
3rd of Summer
The Drunken Fish was really in an uproar, even by the standards of Sunberth.
Harman dropped his ale, as he climbed up onto the table.
"Once upon a time, Syna danced across the sky!" he sung.
The intoxicated boxer swung his arms in sloppy, drunken glee, as he mouthed the words.
"Yo, ho, ho!" most of the rest of the bar sung back with a furry.
"That's right, boys!" Harman interrupted the song, caring little that he was ruining the progression of its words. "Yo, ho, WOAH!"
The boxer hit an awkwardly placed high note, that was so charged with energy that it shook his body, and caused him to begin to trip.
"Gods, this is why I shouldn't drink!" he screamed, as he fell.
Harman's tall body collided with another man's with a bump, through a backdrop of frightened squeals and merry laughter.
The boy grasped to the neck of the man he had fallen on or a moment, and then quickly pushed him away.
"You ssshould-n't have dun that," Harman slurred.
It appeared that Harman, in his drunken and dizzy state, blamed the one he had fallen on for his fall - for whatever reason.
The other man laughed.
"Oh you wanna go, boxer boy?" he taunted merrily.
The man put his hands up. Harman had been participating in shows to entertain the gamblers at Tall Johnny's, and the sailor must have seen Harman performing in the ring a few nights ago. Of course, the drunk boxer just took the word's at face value, and paid no thought to him.
"Roderick, the kids drunk," a man beside him said.
Harman smiled and stumbled, and blew in the breeze that was not present in the tavern. Promptly, he assumed somewhat of a fighting stance.
"I would have you know," the boy stopped his words, as he slowly swallowed some spit, "I am quite dangerous."
"Come on then, Mr. Dangerous," Roderick taunted.
Harman threw a light, drunken jab at the man. The boxer laughed when it hit, as the punch was hardly meant to damage. Roderick returned with a haymaker that floored the sixteen year old.
The boxer hit the floor with a thud.
"Oh come on, Rod," someone called from among the singing, and whipped up crowd.
Oh, those are pretty stars, Harman thought as spots of color danced about his vision. Oh wait, he just hit me - that cocksucker! - the boy reminded himself.
Harman quickly climbed to his unstable feet and scowled. He held one finger out to the one who had hit him, as if to issue a threat.
Roderick blinked, as if trying to figure out what was going on - clearly he was not quite sober himself.
The crowd looked between Harman, and then Roderick, and then back to Harman.
"Hahahaha!" Harman laughed in a hardly sober manner, and his look of fury melted into one of amusement.
The boy approached the man and put his arm around his shoulder.
"That was a good hit," he said, while he was laughing.
All the people who had been anticipating a fight, were now chuckling, as well.
"Why thank you, la-," Roderick began to say, before being cut off as Harman hit him in the groin with his free hand.
"Aye, a good hit you got in, but that was a better one," the boy still laughed, and removed his arm from Roderick's shoulders. "And this is an even grander one."
Harman hit the stumbling Roderick with a surprisingly solid uppercut, that sent him to the floor in a crumpled ball. When the drinker did not move, his assaulter simply put his arms around two nearby women, who had been watching the whole ordeal, and started ushering them to a table. The women resisted for a moment, as if they were concerned Harman might pull something like what he had done when he'd put his arm around Roderick, but they quickly dismissed their worries and went along with the teen.
"Whoever is still thirsty, come on! Join me, and these beautiful girls, for some drinks!" he invited all those who had watched him knock out his fellow bar goer, and anyone else who heard him.
