There was nothing better than sipping on a glass of nicely chilled beer in this sort of weather, puffing on a cigarette while watching out the window; the satisfaction that the constant flicker of men and women and machines gives to the restless eye. The lively ambience of Samhain had somehow brought a particular redheaded woman to a tavern and there she was, with her head rolled back, guffawing while holding an empty glass of beer in her hand. It wasn’t just any kind of tavern, in fact, it was Halloween themed so every guest was dressed in their own costume, whether they bought it in the most affordable way they could find or by sewing it themselves. With the kind of vibe she received from the tavern, she doubted it was the latter.
The inn itself wasn’t a fancy one and their beverages were very average at its best, albeit it was the people at the bar that she found herself drawn to, carefree and reckless without a single worry passing their minds. Now, Venus Rosé wasn’t the type of gal who enjoyed beer, rather she preferred stronger beverages like scotch or whiskey or even vodka but with the amusing company she was having at that moment, she had to indulge herself in cheap alcohol to hold her liquor. Even then, she had already consumed possibly over 10 pints of them so one could say she was out of her wits, drunk.
”You know what I did to that kid? I smacked his head and he faceplanted into the ground.”
The table roared with laughter. Nothing about the joke was hilarious yet, here she was, clapping her hands like a seal and howling like a wolf alongside a group of men in their early thirties as though it was the funniest thing she’s ever heard whilst conversations continued to swirl in a dirty cloud of smoke and the stagnant stench of cigarettes hides within the collaboration of mephitic odour. ”Oh my god, I think I’m going to die.” She was now hugging her trusty blade (that was sheathed) – one that she brings along with her wherever she went – in a desperate attempt to hold her laughter.
Guests from the other tables threw them a passing glance due to their obnoxious behaviour but, how would she know? Her sanity was barely with her when she was roaring drunk that everything she saw and heard was nothing but a joke to her now and all of it is fine, because it was Halloween.
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