Game of Survival by T R Tells

Author:T R Tells [Tells, T R]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-07-29T22:00:00+00:00

The sounds of drunk men laughing were loud as they resonated from inside of the tavern. Thea was pressed against the wall of the bar near its window as she whittled a stick with her dagger. Every so often she would peek inside the orange, dimly lit room. It was small able to fit about sixty people, but it looked like over eighty were currently in there. The men were squished together like bears in Bifrost. There was a fireplace to the far right, a buck’s head sat atop the mantelpiece, and there were pictures of men Thea didn’t know. On the far-left side was the bar, and a skinny elderly gentleman handed out drinks to the men sitting at the bar and the serving girls so they could deliver it to the men at the tables.

Thea watched the women, how when they placed the drinks before the men they were merely greeted by a slap on their behind, laughing to their drunk friends. All the while the women had to strain a smile and nod as they finished handing out the drinks. Thea felt disgusted by their piggish ways and wrinkled her nose as if she had smelled something rotten.

“Asshole pigs, I’ll give you something to laugh about.”

The sound of the door slamming against the wooden frame brought Thea’s attention to the door that was near the bar on the far-left side of the corner. Some men in the bar shouted, “Ian!” in greeting and they stretched out their hands as if they had won an award. Thea clicked her teeth as she watched the man walking through the bar, giving high-fives to the men sitting down. He had rather short hair, almost a bit unnatural, as there were three bald spots on his head. His large, pretty eyes had dark circles under them. He still looked alert, as if he was always observing his surroundings. He had a light shadow adorning his face that sculpted his thin frame and a lean build.

Ian sat down at a crowded table, a serving girl handed him a large beer, but unlike his friends at the table, he didn’t smack the girls’ butts or say vile things to her. He just focused on whatever his friend, a man with a bright red mangled beard, had to say. Thea leaned back against the wall and made herself comfortable, knowing that this would take a while.

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