The bar was lonely. The adventurers were doing their jobs, as were the merchants. The contents of the tavern consisted of the bartender, a few people who got off the job early, the town's iconic drunk, and a down on his luck merchant.
Walt Chin didn't drink often. He only drank if to be polite at a party, or close up a business deal.
Right now, he wasn't drinking for any of those reasons. He drank in denial.
"Hey! A- *hic* -another one... one.. of these." Walt said to the bartender
The bartender occupation made him see all types of people in his bar, all kinds of troubles. He was a veteran of comfort, and tough love. "Trouble with a woman huh?" The bar keep enquired.
"H-How did you know!?" Walter exclaimed. The sudden shock seemed to snap him out of his delerium.
"The tears in your beer tipped me off." He laughed.
"Oh uhh. Was I crying? heh. it was THAT obvious haha." Walter said disconcertingly.
"So I just got this letter from my wife. She's a merchant like me." He pulled out a slightly torn letter. "SEE! Read it!"
" Oh.. 'Leaving... Don't look for me..' .."
"Okay, actually don't, read it like that.It uh.. Its just there's ABSOLUTELY NO WAY she wrote that. If I read those words again! I mean it wasn't even her bird that delivered the note-"
"Slow down!"
Walt didn't slow down. "Okay.. The bird with the note was a Silver Eagle. My Betty's is a brown Carrion! THEREFORE! It couldn't have been my wife...."
"It was probably the other mans eagle!' A man yelled in the background.
"Don't encourage him.."
"... YEAH! it's gotta be some rich kid playing a prank on me. Only guys with lots of money can afford something that silver! I bet his parents will be pissed when he tells them about what I did to that bird.. TAKE THAT RICH KID!
"Hey! quiet down a little will you-"
"...My Betty probably sent a letter already.. It just.. hasn't got here yet.'
He stopped talking.
The bartender sighed, and suggested she actually sent the letter herself
"B-but I-I explained to you- " Walter mumbled.
"You're in denial!"
"NO! YOU'RE IN DENIAL BITCH!" Walter yelled. he started to cry. Even the town drunk felt sorry for him. He sat in the open stool next to Walt.
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'Hey dude. Not all hope is lost." He claimed.
"I-It I-Isn't?" Walt raised his head, sobbing.
"Think about it... she sent the letter in the first place right? she WANTS you to chase her."
The bartender cut in. "He has a point. If 'Betty' didn't care about you, she wouldn't have bothered to send a note in the first place."
"R-Really?" Walter exclaimed.
"Really. So what you should do is send a letter-"
"RUN AFTER HER! CHASE HER DOWN TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH!"
The bartender tried to reason. "Not a good idea, think about the-"
"SCREW THE COST! YOU GOTTA DO IT." The drunk cut off. "Don't become like me..."
"True.. I don't want to become like you.."
"Listen to some reason! don't do something impulsive-"
"I sent letters back in my day-"
"No you didn't! You didn't do anything but get drunk!
"I resent that statement-"
"I got it!" Walt yelled. "You're absolutely right!"
"Who!?"
"WHO!??"
"You.. what's your name."
"HAHA! it's Joe!" The drunk said.
"Yeah Joe!
"Listen to me, this is not-
"But we gotta celebrate your departure with a night on the town!"
"Good idea haha!" Walt laughed. "Let's get out of this dump!"
"Dump.."
"You mind paying for my tab too?" Joe asked.
"DONE DEAL my friend! I got tons of money. I'm a merchant you know."
Walt threw a small pouch of gold coins to the bar keep. As he was still for the most part, drunk, he missed. It shattered a few wine bottles behind him.
"Keep the change." Walt said.
"LET'S PARTY!" Joe yelled.
Joe wrapped his arm around Walt and together, they exited the tavern.
The adventurers back from adventure started to pour in, cheering the two on. It was rush hour.
"I swear, if I see either of em come into my bar again, I'm gonna spit in their drinks." The bartender muttered under his breath.