Post by Jacob Tanner on Jul 23, 2017 12:32:26 GMT -8
Even for Jacob the task of tossing out a drunkard was a bit beneath him. That said a lot considering how far down the ladder of society he was. Yet here he was, for the fifth time in a week, wrestling with some poor bastard that couldnt keep his liquor. Why Wendy hadnt just hired her own personal help, he would never understand. Gods knew she made enough money from the drink alone to afford a few extra hired hands.
"Alright, lets go," corporal Tanner instructed as the iron cuffs locked into place. He nodded to his partner, corporal Phillips, and they each grabbed an arm and hoisted the man to his feet. The horrid stench of booze and vomit wafted up at him, luckily though he had a strong stomach. Those were his only two strengths: Confidence in his profession and the will to keep his lunch in place.
"Yew guy- *hic* Ya- yewll be serry!" the man made a pitiful attempt to struggle free. No doubt the alcohol was preventing him from using his full motor skills. "When I *hic* getoutta this Imma..." his head slumped and his legs gave out. Now they would have to carry him.
[Phillip] "You think he passed out then?" he used his free hand to poke the man's cheek... No response.
Tanner shifted the weight on his shoulders, hunching over just slightly. This man was heavier than he looked. "Aye. Probably. He will wake up with a mother of a headache... in one of our holding cells," he tried to chuckle, but the load made that task difficult. "Serve 'em right," he added as they dragged him down the stairs. That's when he saw her.
Sure, she looked almost as weary as the drunk they were both fumbling with, not to mention a bit sea-washed, but she was beautiful. It halted poor Tanner halfway on a step and halfway off. His jaw fell open but no words came out. Was his armor shiny? Boots clean? What about his face? Wasnt too sweaty from the struggle upstairs was it? He almost never got to meet pretty women, wouldnt be fair if things were out of place. He would have to shout at the gods later.
[Phillip] Phillip too came to a halt, but only because Jacob had. The sudden stop almost caused him to lose his grip. "Oi! You gonna help me or stare all night?" he slapped Tanner on the back of his head and sent his hair flopping about.
The slap also ensured that Jacob lost his footing for a moment, him being paused between steps and all. On one foot he slid three stairs, caught himself and the drunk man who's backside was now fully pressed against him. The man's head was squishing into his and Tanner held him up by hugging beneath the armpits--he silently hoped he wasnt touching the vomit trail that ran down the other's tunic. Totally forgetting that Phillip had caused this, he looked back to her and those dark luring eyes of hers, "Evening ma'am," was all he could think to say between smashed cheeks and the fish-like lips they produced.
He cursed himself for not being quicker with words.
"Alright, lets go," corporal Tanner instructed as the iron cuffs locked into place. He nodded to his partner, corporal Phillips, and they each grabbed an arm and hoisted the man to his feet. The horrid stench of booze and vomit wafted up at him, luckily though he had a strong stomach. Those were his only two strengths: Confidence in his profession and the will to keep his lunch in place.
"Yew guy- *hic* Ya- yewll be serry!" the man made a pitiful attempt to struggle free. No doubt the alcohol was preventing him from using his full motor skills. "When I *hic* getoutta this Imma..." his head slumped and his legs gave out. Now they would have to carry him.
[Phillip] "You think he passed out then?" he used his free hand to poke the man's cheek... No response.
Tanner shifted the weight on his shoulders, hunching over just slightly. This man was heavier than he looked. "Aye. Probably. He will wake up with a mother of a headache... in one of our holding cells," he tried to chuckle, but the load made that task difficult. "Serve 'em right," he added as they dragged him down the stairs. That's when he saw her.
Sure, she looked almost as weary as the drunk they were both fumbling with, not to mention a bit sea-washed, but she was beautiful. It halted poor Tanner halfway on a step and halfway off. His jaw fell open but no words came out. Was his armor shiny? Boots clean? What about his face? Wasnt too sweaty from the struggle upstairs was it? He almost never got to meet pretty women, wouldnt be fair if things were out of place. He would have to shout at the gods later.
[Phillip] Phillip too came to a halt, but only because Jacob had. The sudden stop almost caused him to lose his grip. "Oi! You gonna help me or stare all night?" he slapped Tanner on the back of his head and sent his hair flopping about.
The slap also ensured that Jacob lost his footing for a moment, him being paused between steps and all. On one foot he slid three stairs, caught himself and the drunk man who's backside was now fully pressed against him. The man's head was squishing into his and Tanner held him up by hugging beneath the armpits--he silently hoped he wasnt touching the vomit trail that ran down the other's tunic. Totally forgetting that Phillip had caused this, he looked back to her and those dark luring eyes of hers, "Evening ma'am," was all he could think to say between smashed cheeks and the fish-like lips they produced.
He cursed himself for not being quicker with words.
