Being down to my last few dollars worth of cash, I'd had to change my drinking locations from nice and reputeable to dirty and forgettable. Its one way you you know you have a problem, when the locations change but your drinking habit does not. Well that and the fact when you look in the mirror you look like a homeless person, you smell like garbage and the last time you remembered something longer than an hour ago feels years from where you are. But you know its also the location thing. Needless to say things were not all champagne and happiness for Trezlan Lorentino. The bar despite being a dive bar in a shitty part of town was actually fairly well maintained, the lady running it wasn't completely ugly though she did have a scar that ran down one side of her face and she was moderately overweight in the way that poor people seem to get. The rest of the bar was like her, not exactly pretty but at least maintained and didn't smell too badly even though I was sitting in it. I was of course the only customer there at eight in the morning.
"I think you've had enough." Her voice fit her body, lower register with that mom quality that older women tend to get.
"I'll tell you when I've had enough, I still have money in my wallet, you still have beer in your taps so keep pouring." She struck me pretty hard, the blow knocked me off the stool and sent what little belongings I had with me scattering (so some money and loose change). She came round the bar with a rolling pin and I gathered up some magic, no half wit bartender brains me and expects to get away with it. Well I should say I tried to gather magic, but I'd been drunk for so long I pissed myself and put my hands over my head to shield myself from the blow (not my best moment I admit).
"Get out of my damn bar you drunk before I throw you out like the trash you wandered in with."
"All right you evil wench I'm going, just let me collect my things." She hit me pretty hard with her rolling pin when I said the evil wench thing, which seems totally unreasonable! She was an evil wench! The blow made my eyes swim and since I was already pretty drunk I just gave up and passed out. When I awoke hours later she had carried through on her promise and I was in the trash. I'd have complained, but at least I wasn't arrested (probably because I looked like a bum, even the police don't arrest people who look like shit, its a waste of their time). Probably because I felt like the trash I was in, I made no effort to actually get out of it. I relished sitting there thrown away like so much garbage. It fit my mood at the time. I probably would have been content to sit there had I not seen what appeared to be a gang of hoodlums walking into the bar, because if there's one thing I can't stand, its people hurting people who hurt me. Wait that's not entirely accurate.
All the same I try to not let good people get hurt (that's better) and so stinking like garbage and half sober I stepped back in to be the worst hero ever. Per my usual.
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