Week #2

What do your inn and a much-visited place have in common? Right. Nothing.

Bored, you put away glasses and mugs and stare at the door. Any moment now. At any moment, someone could walk in.

But no one came.

The higher taxes seem to be affecting everyone and people are paying more attention to their spending. Especially the wives now look more closely at what their husbands spend their gold on. Drinking visits are probably no longer allowed.

But there. The door. It opens. Finally!

"Jo. Beer. Quick."

Ah yes, your favorite customer.

You pour him a mug, which he chugs.

"Hmm. Still tastes like shit."

"He's still the same"

"One more," he says and holds his empty mug in front of you.

He quickly drinks this one down as well.

"Take it easy, you have time," you say and try to smile at him. At least as well as you can smile at someone you don't like.

"Shut up, I'll drink as much and as fast as I want. I don't get drunk off that piss anyway."

Half an hour later.

"Fucking majesty, thinks she can do anything she wants~ hiek" the man mumbled incomprehensibly to himself.

"What?" you ask.

"Nothing. Better pour me a refill."

An hour later.

"And I swear to you ~ hiek the bitch is dragging us all down! What that bitch is asking for in taxes is outrageous! ~ hiek" roared the man.

"Must have cost you a lot" you say.

"Nah. Therefore, I have fired twenty of my employees. Were ~ hiek ~ useless anyway."

He finishes his mug and slams it down on the table.

"That's it for me. And now I've got to ride home. What a ~ hiek ~ bullshit."