Death and Rebirth: Roleplay with TheNovaSwag #2

Chapter 77

N:   Throughout the day, people walked in and out of the tavern, warmly greeting the Eternal as they ordered. There were a few eye glances at the kitchen as glimpses of the clones came and went, causing people to think they lost it, but it was always fun when the occasional drunkard starts waving at all the Odruses. The atmosphere was filled with merry as usual, a contrast to the harsh environment of the British weather.

Around noon, Ireland and Royal showed up waving at Odrus as they sat at the bar. "I was wondering where you went," the Brit spoke, "Ire and I wanted a day to relax, and you being here just made it better."

"Technically, you're supposed to still be in the compound," Ireland pointed out, "doing whatever you do to prepare for the ball."

"Unlike what BE is doing, which is actually preparing the ball," the hybrid countered, "I'm in charge of the security, and although the current war between BE and his son made it a tad more difficult, I got it done in no time. Besides, when BE is in the mindset of all work, no play, it's not particularly fun around him."

"I'll drink to that," the Irishman nodded before asking the Eternal for drinks for the pair, "oh god, it's going to be really awkward when they meet then."

"Tell me about it," the Brit grumbled, "Odrus, you're old and wise, do you have any advice to help not cause a complete breakdown between a warring father and son?"

M:   Odrus put a hand to his chin, thinking about what to say that could help, "honestly, after seeing how Esha tried and failed to get him, BE, and England to quit fighting, I'm sure whatever advice I give will simply be ignored. But for argument's sake, keep them away from each other, it's pretty blatant that the only way this family can remain together is to be kept apart."

The eternal grabbed some glasses and poured the two some whiskies, knowing that it was Ireland's favorite drink, which reminded him to ask, "Does Celtica know you still drink, I remember Mandoria telling of how you got his son drunk, I would have thought she would ban you from alcohol for eternity."

N:   "My grandma could only ban me for a short amount of time before realizing how impractical it was," Ireland answered, "trust me, it's not easy trying to stop my personal habits when we are living on two completely different islands, so I'm guessing that she might know that I still drink. The person who you should be more worried about is my dad; he literally has Grandma around him 24/7 so he's probably been sober for a long while now."

"You sure," Royal smirked, and when Ire raised a brow, silently asking a question to which the hybrid nodded. "When it comes to evading his mother to go out drinking, Scotty has his ways, and trust me, he's still drinking."

"And how do you know?"

"Caught him once in a pub not far from here," the hybrid shrugged, "so he made me promise to not say a word to Celtica. I obviously agreed, but only if I was paid every time he went out."

Ireland burst out laughing as the Brit chuckled as well, "I needed something out of it because there was no way I was lying to Celtica without a price. Do you know how scary it is to lie right in her face about her son who is doing something she dislikes? I'll rather Split than do that for free."

The pair downed their drinks before asking for another, to which Royal continued, "But you didn't hear that from me, and don't utter a word otherwise I'm dead meat."

M:   "I'm the bartender, Royal, I'm also paid to stay quiet," Odrus chuckled, "what happens at the Unicorn stays at the Unicorn."