"Hey Jack! C'mere, everyone else is drinkin' 'n' havin' fun, why're you sat over there by ya' lonesome?"
"I told you, I'm tryna' quit! I should'nt've even come here in the first place."
Jack looks down with an irritated expression.
"C'mon Jack, just one drink won't hurt."
"We're here to celebrate, we're all part of the army now! Do you know how long it's been since Daytons took in recruits?!"
"Yeah we worked our asses off for this! Stop tryna' act all cool Jack, we're just as qualified as you, ya' don't see us sulking in silence!"
Others start to say this as they try to keep the mood light.
"You used to be so carefree man, why're you so uptight nowadays?"
Jack looks away from the crowd of drunks.
"I don't care what I used to be, I'm gettin' old, I can't push meself like that anymore."
"Jack, you're not even a day over thirty?!"
Everyone in the bar laughs hysterically.
As everyone continues to go about their business in the bar, almost abruptly, a large dark skinned muscular man walks in the bar, with a noticeable chestpiece of armor and a shield that he held on his left arm.
The man in armor had a large black mustache, with an impressive goatee, and long dreads that ran down to his shoulders, as well as a scar that sat neatly beside his eye that put a blemish on the tone of his skin.
His sword sat comfortably in his hand as he started.
"Hello, hello everyone."
The man had a large smile on his face as he raised his sword in the air and everyone looked at him with concern.
"Why the sour looks everyone? I expected you all to be more cheery."
The man walks over to the bar owner and takes a seat as he continues.
"I heard there was a little party goin' on over here, but this sure don't feel like one"
The man laughs.
"I'll have twenty beers, all for me."
Everyone gasps in shock.
"Twenty beers!?"
"Is this guy a zombie?!"
"That's insane!"
People in the bar begin to blurt out.
"That's gonna be quite the hefty price sir, our beer ain't cheap." The bartender says.
"Who said I was payin' old man?"
Everyone begins to settle and gather around the man in armor.
"Who the hell do you think you are?"
"We don't tolerate people like you entering our old buddy's bar like that makin' threats."
"I knew you were trouble the moment you set foot in here."
Everyone begins to mutter as they get in the man's face.
"Woah, woah, why so hostile everybody? I was just clownin' around." The man laughs.
"Here, have this gold for your troubles old man, I was just fuckin' with ya'."
The man sets down a large bag of gold on the counter of the table. Everyone looks at the large bag in shock.
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KLOVER
FantasyKlover's path and all of the conflicts he battled throughout his glory days are chronicled in this story of deception, treachery, and hypocrisy. We first get to see Klover in a light of him not knowing what he wants to do with his life. But as we pr...
