High Tides, Thin Air

Seashells (Part Two)

The crowd around the bar gasped and whispered upon King Trollex's arrival to the area. The king himself decided to take a break and let his potential sister-in-law, DJ Suki, take the stage, keeping the party going with his sister willingly dancing by his side. Trollex since then has been making sure everyone was having fun and comfortable.

It only when he heard a set of shouts coming from the bar and was now face to face with a country troll, who seemed to be the cause of the trouble.

"Didn't your parents teach you anything about respect???"

The techno king floated forward, his arms crossed as he stared down the rude party guest, who had his hat apologetically pressed against his chest.

"W-why, yes they have! But you see, King Trollex, this *party crasher*is stinking up the whole party!"

He pointed to the troll behind him, prompting the king to look over his shoulder. This troll was looking at the scene with an uneasy expression, looking at the king with a worried expression.

"Can you explain what happened?" He turned towards the green-winged troll, which made the troll pause a bit.

Kore mumbled, fixing a strand of their hair and putting it behind their ear. "I was just having a drink, and then he grazed my arm without consent-"

"THEY'RE LYING-"

The techno king whipped back at the country troll, glaring his neon green eyes down at him, causing him to cower and whimper. The king took a deep breath, his hands folding on top of one another. His eyes pointed to the bartender.

"Is this true Malt?"

He stared between the country troll and Kore, nodding without a word. The king let out a groan, clearly disappointed at how this night might turn into a minor disaster. He turned towards the winged troll, who he honestly had no clue on what genre they were.

"I am so sorry you have to deal with this guy," the king said with a hint of uneasiness in his tone. "We'll get him out as *quick* as possible..."

Trollex snapped his fingers, and suddenly the bartender was no longer behind the barn stall.

"Malt, please take care of this unwanted guest."

Malt nodded, grabbing the country troll and throwing him over his shoulders, his hooves kicking and waving in the air in retaliation.

"HEY WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOIN'!?!?!?"

"You're getting kicked out for making a troll uncomfortable." The king said plainly, crossing his arms and peering at the former guest with the stern in his eyes.

"WHAT!?!?!?!? THIS IS A OUTRAGE!!" The country troll roared, the bartender adjusting his hold on the wiggling troll.

"Well, next time don't be rude and leave that troll alone!"

As the two of them moved through the crowd, trolls stared at them with confusion, shock, or stifling laughter. They watched as Malt hurls the country troll onto into the cold, sand, some of which had embarrassingly been stuffed in his mouth, causing him to gag and spit out the remains of the gritty, pastel yellow gravel. He looked over his shoulder, scowling at the neon lights as he sets himself on all four of his hooves, muttering under his breath about 'payback'.

The folk troll gripped their dress shirt, a wave of guilt hitting them like a pile of bricks. The king turned to them, a sincere look spreading across his features.

"Hey, once again, I'm sorry that guy was messing with you..."

Kore said nothing, only letting out an inaudible mutter before running off towards the beachside, Trollex looking on with concern and confusion in his eyes.