Drinks

I bring up the idea of drinks, and Camber nods his head.

“I like the way you think, nothing like a drink after eating. Let’s head to the tavern.”

I rise from my seat to find that to my surprise, Camber was actually sitting on the floor.

“They don’t make furniture sturdy enough for me around here. Maybe I should ask some of the owners about that, actually,” he muses, before shaking his head. “Never mind, damn things’d probably be junk.”

I head into the tavern, Camber following closely behind.

We're in the bar, thankfully separated from most of the others from the open hall by a sturdy wall and thick windows. Though still smoky, the bar has a much calmer, friendlier atmosphere, and I'm quickly able to find a seat thanks to a hostess at the door, wearing a strikingly skimpy version of the uniform: a simple cloth covering her nipples and keeping her boobs together, and a thong. The rest of the staff seems to be just as scantily clad, if not more so: a stage has been erected on one wall, where a girl completely nude is currently singing to the accompaniment of an old fable. The bar here is clearly catering to a higher-class clientele, and most of the people lounging around are elites and nobles coming in for the fun. Almost everyone has a drink or a half-nude woman in their lap, maybe both.

I order some drinks from the bartender, a cute girl in a tight cocktail dress that accentuates her curves, and take a seat at a table.

“Yeah, the bars are where all the big shots congregate so it makes sense. You’ll meet all kinds of weirdoes in bars, trust me. The Inn is just the remains of an old kings dining room, so they haven’t really put work into it beyond a bunch of benches and tables. And cute waitresses. Speaking of which, here’s our drinks.”

The dusky-skinned waitress arrives red-faced and slightly sweaty, placing out drinks and a bottle on the table and giving Camber an eyeful and more of her well-rounded butt, thanks to the contours of her dress.

“Here you go! Mister. Enjoy!”

She chirps before turning away. Camber reaches out and gives her a light slap across the butt, laughing at her slight moan and subsequent wiggle of her ass as she walks to another part of the bar. He grins at me.

“I don’t like to stay in one place too long, but I never get tired of this bar.”

He says as he lifts his glass. I reply that it’s not hard to figure out why before downing my drink, the smell of it making it to my nose as I swallow. Jeez, that stuff is something else. I feel like I could take on the world! Camber looks at me with amusement as I start to flex a bit, my arm shaking with the effort, my bicep straining under my skin. He laughs, and I decide to return to drinking. At least I hold my own there. I pass the time drinking and talking, getting progressively louder and drunker until we both realize it’s time to go before things get out of hand. We both get up to leave and Camber turns to me to shake my hand and say goodbye for now.