Post by Bishop Morse on May 6, 2012 8:40:51 GMT -5
Griffin
He gave a strange smell. It was an odd mix between a muddy, grimy scent which was overshadowed by what smelled like apple butter. He tossed his head back and down his throat went the burning liquid that was in the glass, which he held in his hand. He hit it down hard on the counter top, and faced down as he did. His body swayed a bit as he stood there. Though there was a stood just beside him, he didn’t need it. He was above just sitting down. He could stand and he would prove it, to whoever would challenge him to the fact that he couldn’t. He looked to his left, and saw that the man beside him was talking to someone and was a bit distracted. The bar tender was doing something off at the other side of the counter top so it was clear and open.
Griffins hand reached out and grabbed his glass and down the hatch its contents went. He quickly set it down, but it clearly made some noise as it got the mans attention. He looked down at the glass, and then back up in confusion. He was a rather large man, but was rather round in the middle. Griffin tried to look away, but the man already knew what had happened.
“Hey!” He yelled “That was my drink” He had an evident anger with Griffin, and placed his arm on the table.
Griffin suddenly got a look of anger in his eyes. “Well it doesn’t seem that way now does it!” He was still swaying back and forth as though he was trying to balance himself on a boat.
The man was not amused, and didn’t seem to be very intimidated by Griffin. “You’re gonna get me a new one, or I’m gonna squeeze that what you just had outa yer eyeballs”
Griffin was not ready, nor willing to back down. Instead he decided to press it further. He wasn’t the best judge of odds, at least not all the time. Sometimes he knew when to run, but not at that moment. “No, I think your gonna get ME a new one. Or else you’ll have to deal with… this.” Griffin said holding up his fist on cue. The man was no intimidated in the slightest, and actually got a bit of a smile on his face. Griffin however did not. He backed up a bit, still trying to keep his balance. “What? You think you can take this!?.... You think you can handle… the Griffon!?” Griffin continued to stumble a bit but held out his arms and started to flap them like a bird. “AH! AH!” He began to make the sound as close to an eagle call as he could.
The man backed up a bit as he was coming to the conclusion that Griffin was just out of his mind. But then Griffin began sway back and forth a bit more. He continued to give his best “griffon” impression and flapped his arms. But he’d had a very large amount of liquor already, and he was getting very dizzy. “AH! AH! AH!” He crowed. Then his arms stopped moving so much and the gravity in the room began to shift as everyone in front of him began to go down. Really Griffin was going down, and just before he hit the wooden floor everything went black.
The sound of a horse drooling woke him up. He looked up to see a mighty steed looking down on him from a post. It was bright outside, so bright he had to keep his eyes fairly closed. He was covered in dirt and was laid out next to a building. He kept looking at the horse. “Did I win?” He asked the horse. It blew a bit of hair from it’s cheeks. Griffin nodded as he got to his feet. “Of course I did.” He said satisfied. Of course he knew somewhere in his mind that he’d passed out, but for now he’d just give him his daily dose of self esteem boosting. His head hurt a bit, but not as bad as most days. Griffin checked his leg, found his shotgun there, and then saw to it that everything else was there on him. “Forward” he said to himself, as though he was giving the order to men under his command. And then his legs began to follow his orders as then made his way out into the street to meet a bright new day.
He gave a strange smell. It was an odd mix between a muddy, grimy scent which was overshadowed by what smelled like apple butter. He tossed his head back and down his throat went the burning liquid that was in the glass, which he held in his hand. He hit it down hard on the counter top, and faced down as he did. His body swayed a bit as he stood there. Though there was a stood just beside him, he didn’t need it. He was above just sitting down. He could stand and he would prove it, to whoever would challenge him to the fact that he couldn’t. He looked to his left, and saw that the man beside him was talking to someone and was a bit distracted. The bar tender was doing something off at the other side of the counter top so it was clear and open.
Griffins hand reached out and grabbed his glass and down the hatch its contents went. He quickly set it down, but it clearly made some noise as it got the mans attention. He looked down at the glass, and then back up in confusion. He was a rather large man, but was rather round in the middle. Griffin tried to look away, but the man already knew what had happened.
“Hey!” He yelled “That was my drink” He had an evident anger with Griffin, and placed his arm on the table.
Griffin suddenly got a look of anger in his eyes. “Well it doesn’t seem that way now does it!” He was still swaying back and forth as though he was trying to balance himself on a boat.
The man was not amused, and didn’t seem to be very intimidated by Griffin. “You’re gonna get me a new one, or I’m gonna squeeze that what you just had outa yer eyeballs”
Griffin was not ready, nor willing to back down. Instead he decided to press it further. He wasn’t the best judge of odds, at least not all the time. Sometimes he knew when to run, but not at that moment. “No, I think your gonna get ME a new one. Or else you’ll have to deal with… this.” Griffin said holding up his fist on cue. The man was no intimidated in the slightest, and actually got a bit of a smile on his face. Griffin however did not. He backed up a bit, still trying to keep his balance. “What? You think you can take this!?.... You think you can handle… the Griffon!?” Griffin continued to stumble a bit but held out his arms and started to flap them like a bird. “AH! AH!” He began to make the sound as close to an eagle call as he could.
The man backed up a bit as he was coming to the conclusion that Griffin was just out of his mind. But then Griffin began sway back and forth a bit more. He continued to give his best “griffon” impression and flapped his arms. But he’d had a very large amount of liquor already, and he was getting very dizzy. “AH! AH! AH!” He crowed. Then his arms stopped moving so much and the gravity in the room began to shift as everyone in front of him began to go down. Really Griffin was going down, and just before he hit the wooden floor everything went black.
The sound of a horse drooling woke him up. He looked up to see a mighty steed looking down on him from a post. It was bright outside, so bright he had to keep his eyes fairly closed. He was covered in dirt and was laid out next to a building. He kept looking at the horse. “Did I win?” He asked the horse. It blew a bit of hair from it’s cheeks. Griffin nodded as he got to his feet. “Of course I did.” He said satisfied. Of course he knew somewhere in his mind that he’d passed out, but for now he’d just give him his daily dose of self esteem boosting. His head hurt a bit, but not as bad as most days. Griffin checked his leg, found his shotgun there, and then saw to it that everything else was there on him. “Forward” he said to himself, as though he was giving the order to men under his command. And then his legs began to follow his orders as then made his way out into the street to meet a bright new day.