It wasn’t my decision to go to a bar but Aylwin’s. Since I’m in my original body, I don’t have the same taste for alcohol as Gren does. Fuck, I miss that body. I miss the muscles bulging under his armor and my smell after training with the sword. I still regret burning his body to ash. Maybe a mug of Cordovan beer will wash my tears away. I don’t care about the taste of beer anymore. Fuck! I grabbed Aylwin and led him downstairs with his ‘Farkas’ face.
Where there’s noise, there’s a tavern or a bar. But Cordova is a loud city, it’s alive even in the darkness of the night. The market place is open with bickering customers and merchants. Then there’s a fountain plaza filled with people from throughout the land and beyond. There are humans and there are elves standing meters high. Then some people look human except for feline ears or the canine tails behind them. We roamed the plaza and the alleyways, then we heard it, a ruckus louder than any other. Aylwin heard it too and we ran to the source of the commotion.
It’s a bar named “The Flying Maiden” and its a bar like you’d see in the movies. There’s piano playing, sailors singing with the merry tune and a drunken man bursting from the bar mirror before returning inside. The broken window glowed and the glass pieces fixed themselves back. We went inside in the commotion of the crowds and we saw that there’s a fight going on one side of the bar.
“Come 'ere ye fuckers! Who is neist?” I perched my head and saw a boy whose age is probably close to mine. His knuckles are up in the air waiting for another contender to beat. Below him are a man with a huge belly and a tattoo of a Kraken in it.
“You wull be fightin’ me laddie,” The stout man said.
Their forces met in a flurry of punches. The man was fast but the boy was faster. The boy’s punches hit more with his opponent than his opponent. The boy sidestepped to the left, uppercut the man’s gut with his left and hooked the man’s face with his right. It was a Knock Out right there. The man fell over the tables and crashed to the floor below. The wooden floor splintered and the man disappeared in the cellar below. Like the window, the floor glowed and promptly fixed itself.
“Stop yer fightin' ye dumb cocks. Ye rest wull pay mah mana bills if ye continue this,” The barkeep said.
“Pardon us, Phillis,” The boy said as he climbed down the tables and set beside us in the bar.
With him in distance, I smelled the sweat coiling in his skin. The musk fills my system and hits harder than his punches. It isn’t bad but it’s doing a strange thing inside me. Wait? Am I aroused? I looked at my dick and saw it hardening the more I inhaled my scent. Fuck! I am attracted.
I looked over the boy and what I saw is a man in short stature. His brown spiky hair is perked upwards and held by a brown cloth covering his forehead. He wore a tattered blue vest that’s freely showing his lean bulging muscles from both biceps, and abs. He’s cute too with that button nose and cat-like stingy eyes. A tattoo of an anchor adorns his forearm which probably meant that he’s no ordinary sailor. He’s a pirate! I should have already noticed it by the pirate cutlass on his hips.
“What are ye groupin’ at?” The boy said to me.
“Ah! No- nothing,”
“Ain’t fae ‘round here are ye?”
“No, I’m not, sir.” Oh, fuck! Why am I calling him sir? Why am I sweating? Why am I scared? Oh shit. Oh shit!
“Stranger do not keek at other’s ilk. Best tae mind that.”
“Yes sir,” I gulped my mug of beer entirely and disregarded its vile putrid taste. I grabbed Aylwin’s arms and tried to pull him out but his Farkas body is too strong.
“Hold the jeepers, where are you going? We just got here?” Aylwin looked at me and noticed the crimson shade covering my cheeks. Then his gaze traveled down and despite my weak attempts, he saw the tent forming in my pants. “Hahahahha,” He laughed. “Where’s the gal tempting you, Jon?”
I didn’t pick out someone but Aylwin saw the boy behind my back and he knew.
“Ho. Hohohoho… I didn’t know you’re in that sort of thing. Want to use your skills? I’ll help you.”