"You're a gentleman and a scholar," he said.
"Bullshit," the second growled. "I'm an anarchist and asshole."
"You can be all four."
"No." The second man hoisted a mug the size of a bidet to his open mouth and poured in the mead as if filling a hole for a burial. "I'm a man of black-and-white." The empty mug came down on the wood table with a thud, that was lost among the rest of the thuds.
"No shades of grey?"
"You're either at one side of the fence or the other," the second man said. "Anyone on the fence gets splinters in their ass."
The first man swiveled his head on his shoulder to glance around the boisterous, and spartan, room. "What brings you to this fine drinking establishment?"
"The plan is to break some skulls. Shake the night up a bit. Have myself a howling good time." He seemed to smile, but he was, apparently, not never good at that. So one side of his face lifted up, exposing a set of teeth, with many blackened and the rest missing.
The first man nodded. "Soon enough, the boys will be reaching that level of rowdy where they communicate with their fists more than their words. Or, rather, communication with their words leads to further communication with their fists."
The second man stood tall. He threw shade on the tables beside them. "My kida place."
"Bullshit," the second growled. "I'm an anarchist and asshole."
"You can be all four."
"No." The second man hoisted a mug the size of a bidet to his open mouth and poured in the mead as if filling a hole for a burial. "I'm a man of black-and-white." The empty mug came down on the wood table with a thud, that was lost among the rest of the thuds.
"No shades of grey?"
"You're either at one side of the fence or the other," the second man said. "Anyone on the fence gets splinters in their ass."
The first man swiveled his head on his shoulder to glance around the boisterous, and spartan, room. "What brings you to this fine drinking establishment?"
"The plan is to break some skulls. Shake the night up a bit. Have myself a howling good time." He seemed to smile, but he was, apparently, not never good at that. So one side of his face lifted up, exposing a set of teeth, with many blackened and the rest missing.
The first man nodded. "Soon enough, the boys will be reaching that level of rowdy where they communicate with their fists more than their words. Or, rather, communication with their words leads to further communication with their fists."
The second man stood tall. He threw shade on the tables beside them. "My kida place."
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