As we traveled from town to town the talk of the village in the mountains lessened and lessened, people just didn’t care anymore. My comrade and I stopped killing for a little while, but I usually just beat the living shit out of guys who dared to much me. None of the men told the truth to their friends, about who they gotten beat up by; men and their pride. How annoying. At the moment we were in a town that was located next to the sea, so the smell of salt was everywhere.
“I swear if something interesting doesn’t happen I will end up killing someone.” I muttered as we walked down the street. My comrade chuckled at what I said.
“You and your patience.” She said, I just rolled my eyes and turned down a different street. We found the bar pretty quickly. We were about to enter, but someone was throw out and crashed into me and we both fell onto the ground. The bar tender apologized to me and went back into the bar. My comrade started to laugh a little and I glared at her, which did nothing. I got up and dusted myself off.
“I’m sorry about that miss.” The man said getting up, dusting himself off as well. I glared at him too, he didn’t flinch though.
“Whatever.” I grumbled and walked into the bar, clearly annoyed. My comrade followed me.
“You didn’t have to be so rude.” She said, teasing me now.
“Fuck off.” I growled and sat on the bar stool. She sat next to me, not caring of what I had said. The bar tender gave us both a beer and said that it was on the house for the accident outside. That put me in a better mood. I finished it in one swing, half of the men were staring at me; but I didn’t exactly care either.
“Better?” My comrade asked, laughing a little.
“Depending on if I get another one.” I said. The bartender gave me another and I nodded.
“Much better.” I said taking a sip.
The men started to whisper to each other, they obviously weren’t used to women in the bar. Women were house wives. Some drunken guy came up to us and slung his arm around my shoulder, apparently men just knew how to spoil my good mood. I had to restrain myself from snapping him arm.
“Aren’t two young pretty women supposed to be married?” He asked, his words were a bit slurred, but we both understood him.
“Normally yes, but we don’t care about such petty things. It’d stop are traveling too, I don’t want to stay in one town.” I said, it was the truth though. In both of our eyes marriage was stupid.
“Oh so you travel too?” The drunken guy asked.
“Yes, now please remove your arm from my shoulder.” I said and he did so. He started to talk about his life, his family and a bunch of other stuff. Usually I would glare at men who came near me, but this time I didn’t. The man told some funny stories, he amused me.
By the time the bar keeper started to kick people out the sun was starting to rise, I lost count of how many beers I had. I wasn’t drunk though, I didn’t get drunk.
We both headed to the local inn and got a room with two beds, we wanted sleep. When we reached our room we fell onto the beds and passed out. Alcohol made us tired, but that was all.
