15min fic #44
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Title~ Record Breaker
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ See this fic? And the charries in it? Mine~
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 44. Continuation of that one. And now I'm caught up from my being-in-Sinny-ness =D
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Nolryn gripped the snake-like brass handle of his first glass, licking his lips in anticipation. The familiar feel of polished brass was warm and smooth against his fingers.
“I mean you no disrespect, Highness,” the barman mocked, arms folded as he leant against the bar, “But you have about as much hope of breaking my record as a young boy south of the Main Road.”
A wary ‘ooh’ ran through the tavern. Nolryn merely raised his eyebrows at his old friend and current adversary. “Harsh.” he said, but there was a grin on his face.
One voice called out from the back of the room. “You’ve held the suspense long enough, Highness, drink the glasses already!”
It wasn’t long before the chant of ‘skull!’ was taken up by the ‘Thrai’s patrons, drawing in several people from the street.
The prince shrugged with overstated casualness, then took the first glass to his lips, rolling the precious liquid down his throat as though it were no more intoxicating than river water. Ordinarily he would hate to see such an amount of his favourite drink disappear in such a short space of time, but this was different.
He slammed the glass down on the table, took a breath and began on the second, draining it in not much more time than the first.
“He’s slowing,” he heard someone mutter as he thumped the second glass on the table.
Nol shook his head, noting absently how it was suddenly feeling a lot lighter than it had before he had begun. “I wouldn’t think so,” he told the someone, then started pouring the third glass down his throat.
The record was equalled.
Nol laid his palms on the table, rapping his fingers on its polished surface. The final glass taunted him with its beautiful golden hue, bubbles sparkling in the candlelight of the Golden Thrai. He could hear the voices of the patrons cheering him on, but not half as clearly as he had been able to a few moments ago.
He shrugged again, grabbed the final glass and stood up as he tossed back his head. One arm extended, urging the crowd to cheer louder. The final dregs of the Liquid Sunset rolled down his throat, and he held the empty glass out to the barman. Or at least, where he thought the general direction of the bar was.
“Would you oblige me with a refill?”
Melraan snorted behind him. “There is no way you can tell me that was intelligible,” he goaded, holding out one hand. “Four silvers.”
Nol frowned and dropped back to the bench, the empty glass falling to join the others. “Fair enough,” he said finally, tongue thick in his mouth as he reached into his pocket for the relevant coins. He laid the silver pieces in Melraan’s palm and grinned spontaneously. “I’m going to feel like so much crap tomorrow morning,” he announced.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ See this fic? And the charries in it? Mine~
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 44. Continuation of that one. And now I'm caught up from my being-in-Sinny-ness =D
Nolryn gripped the snake-like brass handle of his first glass, licking his lips in anticipation. The familiar feel of polished brass was warm and smooth against his fingers.
“I mean you no disrespect, Highness,” the barman mocked, arms folded as he leant against the bar, “But you have about as much hope of breaking my record as a young boy south of the Main Road.”
A wary ‘ooh’ ran through the tavern. Nolryn merely raised his eyebrows at his old friend and current adversary. “Harsh.” he said, but there was a grin on his face.
One voice called out from the back of the room. “You’ve held the suspense long enough, Highness, drink the glasses already!”
It wasn’t long before the chant of ‘skull!’ was taken up by the ‘Thrai’s patrons, drawing in several people from the street.
The prince shrugged with overstated casualness, then took the first glass to his lips, rolling the precious liquid down his throat as though it were no more intoxicating than river water. Ordinarily he would hate to see such an amount of his favourite drink disappear in such a short space of time, but this was different.
He slammed the glass down on the table, took a breath and began on the second, draining it in not much more time than the first.
“He’s slowing,” he heard someone mutter as he thumped the second glass on the table.
Nol shook his head, noting absently how it was suddenly feeling a lot lighter than it had before he had begun. “I wouldn’t think so,” he told the someone, then started pouring the third glass down his throat.
The record was equalled.
Nol laid his palms on the table, rapping his fingers on its polished surface. The final glass taunted him with its beautiful golden hue, bubbles sparkling in the candlelight of the Golden Thrai. He could hear the voices of the patrons cheering him on, but not half as clearly as he had been able to a few moments ago.
He shrugged again, grabbed the final glass and stood up as he tossed back his head. One arm extended, urging the crowd to cheer louder. The final dregs of the Liquid Sunset rolled down his throat, and he held the empty glass out to the barman. Or at least, where he thought the general direction of the bar was.
“Would you oblige me with a refill?”
Melraan snorted behind him. “There is no way you can tell me that was intelligible,” he goaded, holding out one hand. “Four silvers.”
Nol frowned and dropped back to the bench, the empty glass falling to join the others. “Fair enough,” he said finally, tongue thick in his mouth as he reached into his pocket for the relevant coins. He laid the silver pieces in Melraan’s palm and grinned spontaneously. “I’m going to feel like so much crap tomorrow morning,” he announced.