I didn’t start it.
All I did was throw some guy across the room. It’s not my fault he landed in the middle of a poker game. So I proceeded to do the same to the lads who came over to complain about their disrupted game.
OK, maybe I started it.
See, thing is? Much as I love a good fight, that half-wit almost spilled my drink. And you just don’t get whiskey like this anywhere in Tymaera. It’s not cheap.
I’m drinking, it’s my time. No stupid human’s getting in my way.
I’ll catch up with the violence later.
fin
Fiction (c) D, Linton. All characters, places and anything else portrayed in this story is copyright 2004 to the creator, Isabelle Davis (Drakhenliche), and may not be used without express permission. Meccha/Soul (c) Elsa Lai 2004
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