Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2023 0:46:38 GMT -5
It wasn't too long ago that The Thirsty Wench was a place relatively unknown to Dresden. He had been once or twice, sure, but there was nothing more appealing about it than any other tavern. Then, in a short amount of time, a few things had occurred. He'd met Scout, which lead to a fight and the loss of a man's life, he got into an argument with Astor about Scout on his next visit, and on the following visit Ikisina had made a scene because of Astor. It had all come full circle in a way, and the constant turmoil attracted him in a way it shouldn't. He wasn't even really looking for excitement, but when he was at The Thirsty Wench, it usually found him.
A lot of things had been twisted lately, including his feelings. He didn't feel like himself. He was busy. He was a little worn. He needed a break. And a drink. Lots of drinks. With the salary given to him by the Prince and the hearty bag of coin he'd gained for taking a few hits from Titus Huxley, he could afford to go somewhere with better quality stuff. But why, when the cheap stuff would get you drunk just as well?
A woman was on him almost as soon as he walked through the door. That was just the way of the Wench. He pulled the cigarette from his mouth with his left hand, took her hand in his right hand, and lifted it to his lips. Kissing it lightly, he then gave it a pat, and sent her off with a smile. He didn't always say no to girls like her, but he always said no to girls like her from the Wench.
He'd made sure to change out of his uniform this time, came in a simple pair of trousers, a long-sleeved tunic, and his long, thick winter jacket. He pulled his hat off and sat it on the bar-stool next to him when he took a seat, reached into his pocket, and slid a few coins across the bar. "Biggest mug of ale you've got, and keep 'em comin', please," he told the bar keep. The man narrowed his eyes, lifted the coins in the air to look at them in the light, then nodded and did as Dresden said. Once the ale was in his hand, he took a hearty drink of it, sighed, and only then did he glance around the tavern to take in the other guests as he took another drag of his cigarette.
A lot of things had been twisted lately, including his feelings. He didn't feel like himself. He was busy. He was a little worn. He needed a break. And a drink. Lots of drinks. With the salary given to him by the Prince and the hearty bag of coin he'd gained for taking a few hits from Titus Huxley, he could afford to go somewhere with better quality stuff. But why, when the cheap stuff would get you drunk just as well?
A woman was on him almost as soon as he walked through the door. That was just the way of the Wench. He pulled the cigarette from his mouth with his left hand, took her hand in his right hand, and lifted it to his lips. Kissing it lightly, he then gave it a pat, and sent her off with a smile. He didn't always say no to girls like her, but he always said no to girls like her from the Wench.
He'd made sure to change out of his uniform this time, came in a simple pair of trousers, a long-sleeved tunic, and his long, thick winter jacket. He pulled his hat off and sat it on the bar-stool next to him when he took a seat, reached into his pocket, and slid a few coins across the bar. "Biggest mug of ale you've got, and keep 'em comin', please," he told the bar keep. The man narrowed his eyes, lifted the coins in the air to look at them in the light, then nodded and did as Dresden said. Once the ale was in his hand, he took a hearty drink of it, sighed, and only then did he glance around the tavern to take in the other guests as he took another drag of his cigarette.