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17.Sep.15, 03:17 AM
She knew the moment the new faces entered the tavern earlier that evening that it wasn’t going to be a typical end to her shift but Quilriana didn’t expect the trouble that would land on her after the drinks started flowing as the men buddied up to some of the chatty regulars.
The two men continuously watched her as more of the history of the Whetstone Tavern and her family became known and a stray hand would reach out to cop a feel of her behind when she came to replace the drinks, but none of that was too out of the ordinary. Men would be men and sometimes, especially while inebriated, they were more like pigs and tried to touch what wasn’t theirs. Typically, though, the Whetstone drew a good crowd and she could chat freely with the customers and not worry about any sort of trouble.
The new men, however, were travellers looking to set up a stall at the upcoming Gathering’s market and from some of the comments that were overheard, they were of the mind that the dragons and their good for nothing riders should have stayed lost and extinct. That rubbed Quilriana the wrong way given their family had always respected the dragonriders and she had her own little relationship with a bronzerider but she was a professional and knew to keep her mouth shut. It wouldn’t do to hurt her father’s business by being too out spoken and driving away customers.
As usual on her nights to close up, her father and brother had cleaned up in the kitchen and left for the night, leaving her to serve the final drinks before cleaning up the front room after the stragglers left. Unfortunately, while the regulars had left, the two new men remained and they didn’t seem intent on leaving.
“Nah, I think we’ll stay a bit longer. We’re liking this place and the view it offers,” the older man spoke before downing the last of his ale while staring at her chest. Quilriana wasn’t one to be self-conscious but that one look was enough to make her set the cleaning rag on the nearby table she had been wiping down, straighten up, and cross her arms over her chest.
The second man leered, taking a cue from his buddy, “word has it your husband died and instead of doing right by another honest man, you’re spreading your legs for some dragon bitch.”
Insults thrown her way never stuck for long but when they were about her children, or apparently good-looking kind bronzeriders, Quilriana bared her teeth and protected those she cared for. “I think it’s time for you both to leave. We only serve those that have more manners and smarts than the horses they rode in on.” Quilriana started towards their table to grab their mugs to further show she was kicking them out but stopped in mid-step when it did nothing but egg the drunks on.
“Aw, come on, baby girl, I think you’d enjoy serving us,” the younger man grabbed his crotch as he stood to further emphasize his lewd point. This was enough to make Quilriana spin on her heel with the intentions of making it for the front door – her children were asleep in a room upstairs and she didn’t want the men anywhere near them – but a hand grabbed her wrist and held firm, keeping her where she was.
Quilriana didn’t hear any of their other comments as she tried to get away and not wake the kids. She knew her son would be concerned over the noise and come investigate and she simply didn’t want him hurt by trying to help his mother. Finally, anger took over when another comment about R’nya and Xyreith was made. Just as she heard the front door open, Quilriana flung her free hand toward the face of the man holding her, palm connecting squarely against a cheek. She had never heard a more satisfying sound than that and she almost smiled smugly through the glare she was giving.
The two men continuously watched her as more of the history of the Whetstone Tavern and her family became known and a stray hand would reach out to cop a feel of her behind when she came to replace the drinks, but none of that was too out of the ordinary. Men would be men and sometimes, especially while inebriated, they were more like pigs and tried to touch what wasn’t theirs. Typically, though, the Whetstone drew a good crowd and she could chat freely with the customers and not worry about any sort of trouble.
The new men, however, were travellers looking to set up a stall at the upcoming Gathering’s market and from some of the comments that were overheard, they were of the mind that the dragons and their good for nothing riders should have stayed lost and extinct. That rubbed Quilriana the wrong way given their family had always respected the dragonriders and she had her own little relationship with a bronzerider but she was a professional and knew to keep her mouth shut. It wouldn’t do to hurt her father’s business by being too out spoken and driving away customers.
As usual on her nights to close up, her father and brother had cleaned up in the kitchen and left for the night, leaving her to serve the final drinks before cleaning up the front room after the stragglers left. Unfortunately, while the regulars had left, the two new men remained and they didn’t seem intent on leaving.
“Nah, I think we’ll stay a bit longer. We’re liking this place and the view it offers,” the older man spoke before downing the last of his ale while staring at her chest. Quilriana wasn’t one to be self-conscious but that one look was enough to make her set the cleaning rag on the nearby table she had been wiping down, straighten up, and cross her arms over her chest.
The second man leered, taking a cue from his buddy, “word has it your husband died and instead of doing right by another honest man, you’re spreading your legs for some dragon bitch.”
Insults thrown her way never stuck for long but when they were about her children, or apparently good-looking kind bronzeriders, Quilriana bared her teeth and protected those she cared for. “I think it’s time for you both to leave. We only serve those that have more manners and smarts than the horses they rode in on.” Quilriana started towards their table to grab their mugs to further show she was kicking them out but stopped in mid-step when it did nothing but egg the drunks on.
“Aw, come on, baby girl, I think you’d enjoy serving us,” the younger man grabbed his crotch as he stood to further emphasize his lewd point. This was enough to make Quilriana spin on her heel with the intentions of making it for the front door – her children were asleep in a room upstairs and she didn’t want the men anywhere near them – but a hand grabbed her wrist and held firm, keeping her where she was.
Quilriana didn’t hear any of their other comments as she tried to get away and not wake the kids. She knew her son would be concerned over the noise and come investigate and she simply didn’t want him hurt by trying to help his mother. Finally, anger took over when another comment about R’nya and Xyreith was made. Just as she heard the front door open, Quilriana flung her free hand toward the face of the man holding her, palm connecting squarely against a cheek. She had never heard a more satisfying sound than that and she almost smiled smugly through the glare she was giving.
