A Fun Evening With The Most Tipsy Guys Here
“Heyyyyyyyyy I uhhhhhhh…” the drunk guy in front of her says. He in his 6-and-a-half-foot glory looms over her threateningly.
She stares at him and tilts her head. “Sir?” She makes herself seem as innocent as possible, sneaking her hand over to his coat pocket.
“Yeeerrrrrrrr uhhhhhh… too young to be drinkn missyyy!” he slurs, pointing at her.
“Of course, sir.” Royal says, pocketing his wallet. She walks away from the nasty-smelling drunk and heads for another. Her hands dart in and out of unsuspecting pockets, stealing whatever cash these inebriated lads hadn’t blown on trashy booze.
I guess this is what happens when nobody’ll hire a fairy…
Royal steals a few more loose coins from pockets and starts to walk home. She sees a tall man (everyone was tall to her 5 foot self) stumbling around next to an alley across the street.
Against her better judgement, Royal crosses the street and begins to walk towards him. She bumps into the guy and pulls out a small stack of paper money he had in his pocket. She slips it into her pocket quickly.
Royal starts to walk away when the guy grabs her wrist tightly. She is pulled into the alley and pushed up against the wall. Her head hits the wall and she winces.
“Thought you could steal from me huh fairy? Huh? Well now you’re gonna pay for that, you little gnome.” the (clearly drunk) guy growls. Three other drunk guys come into the alley and surround Royal. She sees the neck of one of them and notices a tattoo. She gasps and her eyes narrow.
“Ok, you know what, I can stand being threatened, but gnome? GNOME?! That’s just lazy.” Royal growls. She rolls her eyes and kicks them away. She turns to the wall and climbs up like some kinda spider thing. Truly, that is what it looks like.
“Hey I’m not done with ya yet!” one of the drunk dudes yells.
“Sucks for you then!” Royal yells back, shrugging. She leaps over the alley to the next building and runs away.
She leaps across the tall roof, pulling her wings out of her leather corset-like coat.
Her brightly colored wings pull her into the air and she zips off in the direction of her apartment.
She flies above the city streets of Drasin, letting her eyes wander.
She hears something flying behind her and turns around. She narrows her eyes and continues her journey home.
She arrives back at her small apartment a few minutes and a few near-falls later. She makes sure the door is locked and goes off to bed.
Hours later, she is awoken by a loud clattering sound coming from the main room. She quietly gets out of bed and grabs a knife from her nightstand. She puts it in her calf holster and opens her bedroom door.
Another clatter.
Royal looks out at the dark room and sees a shadowy person roaming through the apartment. She sneaks up behind the person and tackles them to the ground.
They fight for a few minutes, mostly exchanging blows to the face and gut. Royal seems to definitely be stronger and she pins the other person to the ground.
“Hey wait a second!” the other person gasps. “Royal, it’s me!” He coughs a few times and pushes her off.
Royal shines a flashlight on the other person. “Oh. Okay.” She awkwardly helps her roommate up, trying to ignore the fact that she broke his nose, and goes back to her room. She hears him reciting a healing incantation in the living room and lays down on her bed.
She feels sleep come instantly.
The next morning, the smell of French-toast-type stuff wakes Royal up from, quite frankly, a pretty crappy dream.
She goes out to see Osedel at the stove, cooking breakfast.
“So uh… what was up last night? Something happen while you were out?”
“Yeah, actually. So I was at work,”
“Stealing from drunks, go on,” Osedel interrupts. He checks to see if breakfast is done, his stomach growling.
“I got some stuff from this one guy and it turns out, hey, he and his friends are in the friggin’ PTC.” She finishes, sighing.
Osedel, who had been tasting the food, chokes on said food. “He what?!” he asks with an ‘I’m choking’ voice
“I got like 20 styknans from him though, so at least we can pay rent.” She finishes with a shrug, as if it was no big deal.
This doesn’t exactly make Osedel less surprised.
“20?!” He gasps, finally getting his choking under control. “That’s enough for a year!”
“Yep!” Royal says, still shaken but more cheerful now.
She grins and steals some of the food from the pan.
“Hey, that isn’t done yet!” Osedel laughs, snatching it back.
“Can’t help it buddy, my job is literally stealing!” Royal says back, smirking. She goes back to her bedroom to get dressed, humming absentmindedly.
“You’re doing the thing again, Royal!” Osedel says, putting the food on plates. “Also, do you even realize it’s the same song every time?”
“Oh, it is? Weird.” She yells back. She comes out of her room a few minutes later and starts devouring her breakfast.
“Did you even eat last night?” Osedel asks, not even having sat down with his plate.
Royal shakes her head nonchalantly, finishing the 3 pieces of bread on her own plate.
Osedel glares at her from across the table. “Royal Eliot, if you keep skipping meals, I am going to come over there and shove some ramen down your throat.” He growls, his glare at 98% power.
Royal looks up at him and points to her empty plate. “I ate just now, didn’t I?” She asks, putting on a what-do-you-want-from-me face.
Osedel’s glare goes up to 99% power.
Royal looks at him and puts her chin on her palm.
His glare is officially at 100%.
“Fine, fine, I’ll eat lunch today.” Royal says, giving up. She throws her hands in the air and leans back, forgetting the stool doesn’t exactly have back support. She falls backwards onto the wood floor with a yelp and hits her head on the floor.
Osedel leaps up and runs around the table to her. “Merlin, you okay?” He gasps. He helps Royal sit up.
“I’m totally fine…” she says sarcastically, rubbing her head. “I probably just got concussed again…” she says with finger guns.
Osedel glares at her. “Again?” He asks.
“Yeah, I uh… the PTC guys kinda sorta smacked my head against the wall of a building…” she say, once again with finger guns.
Osedel stares at her and smacks his face with his palm. He rolls his eyes and rests his hand on top of her head. He pulls a small bag out of his pocket and puts it next to his hand.
He starts to recite a healing incantation and Royal flinches away.
“I don’t need you to heal me, dammit…” she growls.
“Shut up, Royal.” Osedel snaps back, continuing the incantation.
Royal rolls her eyes and lets Osedel fix her for once. She rests her head on the floor as she feels her brain damage slipping away.
