JustAlexandra
Mother of Tiny Lions
Richard Bell Bertrand
Hucklebumble Pub & Inn
Richard drummed his fingers on the edge of the bar, waiting for the night time rush come in. Everything got exciting in the pub on nights like these. Willow was here to entertain, Eloise would be cooking in the back, and people came more or less to get drunk. Which, of course, did not help Richard's little "problem", but it helped him mask it and fit it with the others. He had been drinking on and off all day, and he was itching for people to get there so they could turn down the lights and he could hide more or less behind the bar, serving drinks and drinking them himself.
Not to mention, tonight he had another reason to be excited. He was hoping on hope that Esther would be back tonight. She rarely if never came on pub nights like this, she wasn't one for excessive drinking and partying, but she had said that she wanted to talk again. Something about this night made him think that there was a chance she may actually show up.
On the opposite side, if she did show up, Richard was almost definitely likely to make a fool of himself. For obvious reasons. So the excitement that was inside of him for her to show up was also paired with anxiety.
He walked around, making himself busy. He checked the rat traps that Willow had bought, making sure they were all set and that none of them had caught anything yet. Nothing, still, but hopefully but the morning there would be something in them. He couldn't really afford rats infesting the place.
Hucklebumble Pub & Inn
Richard drummed his fingers on the edge of the bar, waiting for the night time rush come in. Everything got exciting in the pub on nights like these. Willow was here to entertain, Eloise would be cooking in the back, and people came more or less to get drunk. Which, of course, did not help Richard's little "problem", but it helped him mask it and fit it with the others. He had been drinking on and off all day, and he was itching for people to get there so they could turn down the lights and he could hide more or less behind the bar, serving drinks and drinking them himself.
Not to mention, tonight he had another reason to be excited. He was hoping on hope that Esther would be back tonight. She rarely if never came on pub nights like this, she wasn't one for excessive drinking and partying, but she had said that she wanted to talk again. Something about this night made him think that there was a chance she may actually show up.
On the opposite side, if she did show up, Richard was almost definitely likely to make a fool of himself. For obvious reasons. So the excitement that was inside of him for her to show up was also paired with anxiety.
He walked around, making himself busy. He checked the rat traps that Willow had bought, making sure they were all set and that none of them had caught anything yet. Nothing, still, but hopefully but the morning there would be something in them. He couldn't really afford rats infesting the place.
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