Zo was having the time of his life. There was a thing called a pub crawl, and it was some kind of town event where a bunch of people got together and literally tried to drink at every pub in the city. Zo could not have said no to such an activity if his life depended on it-- and there were so many pubs! It was almost as if this city were made specifically for his personal enjoyment. By the time the group, minus the few who dropped out due to lack of constitution, rolled into the last pub, they were raucous, rowdy and raunchy. The owner, having expected them, received them like the heroes they were, and set his maids and lads on them, gathering coin and taking orders, and filling laps for sweeter prices.
The big man was the center of a lot of activity, and not a little commotion. What with his unusual appearance, and fashion, his easy manner and booming laugh, he'd drawn more maids and lads than most, and more than a few hangers on from the crawl. He was telling some story when Celestine spotted him, and punctuated it by pulling a maid into his lap, already populated by a lad. She laughed, swatting at him playfully with her dishrag, and settled back against him, crossing her dainty ankles. The lad was perched on his other thigh, a hand braced against his massive shoulder, smiling wide and waiting for the culmination of his story.
But drunk as he was, Zo was infinitely easy to distract, and one such distraction came in the form of light-hearted berating by a certain Tarsian woman.
"Cel! Now now, y'can't go blamin' me!"
He gave the maid and the lad a little pat to their rear, the universal sign to "scoot". They rose with just the slightest aw of disappointment and scurried off to their duties. His hangers on, sensing that Zo was going to be a bit dull for a while, snuck back to their tables (and their pitchers).
"This city is A-mazin! There's SO many pubs. They had this thing called a pub crawl an' its basically what it sounds like. Best fun I've had in years."
He gestured for her to take a seat at his table, moving over to make room for her. "Howzit been wit' you?"
The big man was the center of a lot of activity, and not a little commotion. What with his unusual appearance, and fashion, his easy manner and booming laugh, he'd drawn more maids and lads than most, and more than a few hangers on from the crawl. He was telling some story when Celestine spotted him, and punctuated it by pulling a maid into his lap, already populated by a lad. She laughed, swatting at him playfully with her dishrag, and settled back against him, crossing her dainty ankles. The lad was perched on his other thigh, a hand braced against his massive shoulder, smiling wide and waiting for the culmination of his story.
But drunk as he was, Zo was infinitely easy to distract, and one such distraction came in the form of light-hearted berating by a certain Tarsian woman.
"Cel! Now now, y'can't go blamin' me!"
He gave the maid and the lad a little pat to their rear, the universal sign to "scoot". They rose with just the slightest aw of disappointment and scurried off to their duties. His hangers on, sensing that Zo was going to be a bit dull for a while, snuck back to their tables (and their pitchers).
"This city is A-mazin! There's SO many pubs. They had this thing called a pub crawl an' its basically what it sounds like. Best fun I've had in years."
He gestured for her to take a seat at his table, moving over to make room for her. "Howzit been wit' you?"
