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“It’s a stupidfuck holiday” Andy complained, but he would admit it was a token complaint at best. He and his redheaded knight were sitting at a counter, noise blaring in the background as people yelled and sang behind them.
“At least crime goes down during it, everyone too busy celebrating” Merrick took a drink from his oversized mug, frowning at the difficulty from drinking out of something so huge. At least it was free.
“Yeah, and we get enough dirt for a few more rounds of free armor repair” Andy threw a look at the throng behind them, grimacing at the unattractive display of their blacksmith sitting on the lap of what had to be the largest man (could have been part orc or something, his helmet made it hard to tell, couldn’t have been all orc, they didn’t let them into this type of thing) he’d ever seen.
“And the brat stays out of the way well enough” Merrick looked over where the boy was currently running around with trays of mugs, the owner of the bar having promised him some fresh oranges in exchange for some lackying.
“…still a stupidfuck holiday” Andy downed another thing of grog, wondering who’s idea it had been to make a holiday about beer anyway.