บท 8: A Glass Of Beer
As I pushed open the doors, a flourish of voices reached my ears from half drunk men. Most telling stories of their valiant battles in their rebellion against the Mad King. Looking for my father, I saw that he had already found a seat and gestured for me to come sit down, to which I obliged after all who says no to their father when they allow you a pint of beer.
"Oy, Barmaid. We need two pints over here! " My father shouted, before giving me the side eye and smiled.
"Why don't you stay quiet, Jakob! You'll get ya drink in a minute. You fool!" She suddenly shouted back getting a laugh from my father who leaned closer to me.
"That right there is a good friend of your mother, she's a bit temperamental but you get used to her after a while. " My father shrugged as he leaned back.
"So tell me what's your deal with that Rosie, anyways." My father raised his eyebrow in a questioning manner when he asked, " It looked like young love to me, although one sided. "
Hearing him, I just looked at him before placing my head on the table as I did not want to speak on this matter. After all I knew nothing of what was going on, I'm practically clueless.
" It's not like I care that much anyways, afterall you should live how you want. " My father patted my shoulders, " But remember, I'm just looking out for ya lad. If you need any advice. Just ask your pa."
Looking up to him, I saw him giving me a toothy grin and posing with his thumb towards him. Causing a chuckle to come out of me. Feeling a slap hit my shoulder,
"Now that's my boy, the beer should be here soon. "
Suddenly I felt two cups hit the table causing it to reverberate, " It's been a long time Jakob. Tell me who's this lad?" The Barmaid spoke with curious look on her face.
"This here is Aleksi, my son. You should remember him after all you took care of him for a bit, Kate."
"Aye, I did. The boy looks different now. Not in a bad way of course. Well I better head back to work. "
The woman worked off, her hair was luscious, a dark brown almost nearing the shade of black, and eyes piercing blue. She was muscular, as if she used to be a warrior before having become a barmaid.
'Aleksi, so that's my name huh.' I hummed to myself, 'It sounds foreign.'
"Let us make a toast my son. A toast for many more great hunts, and that you may pass my skill." He raised the cup into the air
Seeing this I grabbed my own cup and raised it, dinging it with his, " To many more great hunts. "
My father hearing this smiled and started chugging down the drink, and after a few seconds he slammed it against the table with a smile, wiping his mouth, " More Over Here! " he suddenly blurted out.
I thought he would of took a break but I guess not. Seeing this, I simply took tiny sips from my own cup, It was a strong and bitter taste that stuck for a few seconds. To say I quite enjoyed it, the atmosphere of men shouting, betting and fooling around was enjoyable and my father seemed to see my enjoyment and showed a soft smile.
A smile I've never seen him show anyone else before, " Anyone up for a game of Wrestling! " My father voiced all of a sudden, shocking me and the drunkards around him putting the place in a silence before there was a sudden uproar of people suddenly cheering at the challenge. One man stood up in particular as he stepped up to the challenge, He was a stout man, he had no hairs growing on his face and seemed particularly young.
"What's your name lad? " My father uttered getting into a stance that gave him a lower centre of gravity and that meant an advantage.
The man stared at my father before lowering his own position, " The Names Hendrik, A man that is neither brave or stupid. " after he spoke those he clashed with my father smashing shoulder to shoulder.
Suddenly, my father rotated around the man named Hendrik and threw him backwards sending Hendrik crashing against the hard floor causing him to groan whether it be in pain or slight discomfort no one really knew.
He charged my father head on but suddenly collapsed and did not get back up. My fathers revealed a toothy grin as he pointed at his elbows, " Never blind yourself with anger, a stray elbow might hit ya. "
My father walked off and sat back down across from me, while people dragged Hendrik out and most likely back to his home. That poor guy, a elbow to the face is never fun.
"Did you really have to do that?"
"What do you mean, it's wrestling first one on the ground for 5 seconds is out. No matter the method used, all counts. I was simply clever with my technique." He spoke before grabbing his second beer and took a sip from it. Seeing him drink, I looked down and saw that my own cup was empty.
' I must've been drinking it subconsciously, that's the only conclusion, I can think of. Although I don't feel drunk. ' I simply shook my head and thought of ignoring it.
"You want another one?" I heard my father voice.
"No I'm alright." I simply replied while holding my head with one hand and using the other to make a gesture saying I was fine.
"Alright then, Just let me finish this then we can head off. "
"Oy, Jakob can you stop wrestling in my god damn tavern. " Kate suddenly shouted right behind my father before sending her palm straight down to his head causing a loud slap to reverberate throughout the area.
"What was that for Kate!? "
"That was for damaging my floor, so that will be 3 stags, for the drinks and the floor you damn bastard. "
" Fine, fine here." My father grabbed the coins from his pouch and placed them on the table, before standing up. Following him I stood up and got ready to head off.
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