Trail Mix 24 & Peanut Butter 5
Author: Casey
Story: Nothing is Ever Easy (NIEE) universe, During NIEE and Nina’s Timeless
Challenges: Trail Mix 24 (in the mud) & Peanut Butter 5 (earth)
Toppings & Extras: Sprinkles, Cherry, Milkshake, Malt (snowflake milkshake for Nina!)
Word Count: 1,059
Rating: PG
Summary: Colin finds himself in a bar fight. For the first, and maybe last, time, it is not his fault.
Notes: Timeless is Nina’s very awesome creation! I have a partially written actually priatey piece. If I can ever figure out a plot (cracky or not), I might eventually finish it. Meanwhile, have this. This...could easily have happened. I apologize for surely butchering Jacob’s accent (well, and the rest of it too :P).
Bejen was Tira’s only port city to speak of and that made it an entirely different breed of city from most of what Tira had to offer. Colin was not particularly sure he liked it, but he had to admit that the seaside taverns had really good ale. After sampling the third place in less hours, he decided maybe he could handle being in Bejen more often.
He shifted his position so he was sitting with his back against the wall in the booth he had taken, since all the spaces at the bar proper were taken and watched the clientele, trying to get an idea of what sorts called this part of the city home.
“Anyone sittin’ ‘ere?”
Colin was pretty sure he had been giving off decently strong ‘leave me alone’ vibes so he was surprised when the voice addressed him. “No...”
“Good,” the young man, about his own age, said cheerfully, holding up a brimming mug of ale in a salute and plopping himself irreverently across from Colin.
“Um?”
“Busy place tonight,” the man continued, as if Colin had said something intelligent. “Captain Jacob Graham,” he added, thrusting the hand not holding his mug at Colin.
He slowly took the proffered hand. “Colin.”
“Lookin’ for anyone particular?”
“What?”
“You’re watchin’ everyone an’ yer mug is just sittin’ there.”
“What?”
“I’ll take it off yer hands if ‘ee want,” Jacob offered.
“What? No!” he said, pulling his mug closer and sending the captain a baleful look. “Aren’t you a bit young to be a captain?” he asked, just to be snide.
“Nah, got my own ship an’ crew,” he said, lifting his mug up expectantly for a toast.
Colin found himself mirroring the gesture before he could think twice.
Jacob grinned. “’ee look bored.”
He was starting to feel his amusement at the brash young captain grow. “I’m not.”
“Don’t believe you.”
“Just looking for a quiet night with a few ales.”
Jacob studied him for a minute. “’ow stupid!”
“Excuse me?”
“Quiet nights are overrated. Let me show ‘ee some fun.”
“No, thank you,” Colin said politely, downing the rest of his ale and deciding it was past time to go. He went to slide out of the booth, but he was stopped by a large man who parked himself down next to him.
“Captain,” he said as another man slid in next to Jacob.
“Rosy Joe, Keller, this is Colin.”
“’lo,” Keller said without even looking at him as he eyed the door to the outside warily.
Colin stretched himself up and peered at the door. “Hi?”
“Two of the crew.”
“Oh. Can I get out? I really should get back to my room...”
Before any of them could answer, the door burst open and five burly men elbowed their way into the tavern. Almost instantly, everyone present went quiet and Kell and Rosy directed their attention somewhere past Colin and Jacob’s shoulders.
“Best be stayin’ here, Colin,” Jacob murmured in the resulting silence. “What in the world did you two do?” he added to his crewmembers.
“Nothin’,” Rosy muttered, swiping Colin’s mug and then staring at it sadly upon finding it empty.
Colin and Jacob both kept their eyes on the men as they started making rounds around the room, checking out each table.
“Best bet is to make your way out the back quietly before they get over here,” Colin said, surprisingly himself even as the words left his mouth.
“You ‘eard the man,” Jacob added and Rosy and Kell, looking incredibly sheepish, quietly rose from the booth and headed for the backdoor.
It might have worked if some suck-up had not noticed their departure and pointed it out. Instantly, the five men turned and started shoving their way through the crowd towards Kell and Rosy Joe.
As the five men approached, ignoring Colin and Jacob, intent on their prey, Jacob stood and cast about before scooping up a wooden chair and bringing it down hard across one of the men’s back. Colin froze, one hand posed to grab Jacob’s arm to stop him, as three of them turned to look at them.
“Look, gentleman,” he said quickly. “We don’t...”
“‘ell yes I do!” Jacob interrupted and took another swing at the nearest one. Instead of hitting him, though, his backswing smacked the man sitting in the booth behind them in the side of the head.
That man, in turn, promptly surged to his feet, grabbed Colin by the collar and slugged him. It was surprising, Colin though later, while nursing bruises and an epic celebratory hangover, just how quickly normal people could turn into a raging pile of swinging limbs. Either way, what happened next did not particularly surprise him - he stumbled back, right into Jacob, knocking them both into one of the burly men. Jacob let out a yelp, which, in turn, drew Kell and Rosy Joe right back into the fight.
At some point in the ensuing madness, Colin found himself thrown right out the back door, into the muddy mess of a back alley behind the place. A second later, Jacob landed on top of him. “Colin,” he said cheerfully, sporting a black eye and blood from someone or something, “thought ‘ee’d been lost.” He stood up and offered Colin his hand before being bowled over by Keller and then Rosy Joe being forcefully ejected from the bar.
It was at that moment the rest of the crew appeared at the end of the alley. Or, at least, that is who Colin assumed they were, because his three companions seemed excited to see them, and they promptly started in on the five burly men, who had tumbled out of the door after them to finish things.
Afterwards, Colin was fairly sure he met all of them, although the fact that Jacob made sure the ale at the tavern they ended up in did not stop flowing made it hard for him to ever be certain. When it was finally time to stumble off, Jacob pounded him congenially on the back. “Yer a good man, Colin. Twas nice fightin’ with ‘ee.”
“Same, Jacob,” he said with much solemnity. Then they both grinned at each other and parted ways - Jacob back to his ship and Colin back to the usually somber task of helping take back leadership of an entire country.
Story: Nothing is Ever Easy (NIEE) universe, During NIEE and Nina’s Timeless
Challenges: Trail Mix 24 (in the mud) & Peanut Butter 5 (earth)
Toppings & Extras: Sprinkles, Cherry, Milkshake, Malt (snowflake milkshake for Nina!)
Word Count: 1,059
Rating: PG
Summary: Colin finds himself in a bar fight. For the first, and maybe last, time, it is not his fault.
Notes: Timeless is Nina’s very awesome creation! I have a partially written actually priatey piece. If I can ever figure out a plot (cracky or not), I might eventually finish it. Meanwhile, have this. This...could easily have happened. I apologize for surely butchering Jacob’s accent (well, and the rest of it too :P).
Bejen was Tira’s only port city to speak of and that made it an entirely different breed of city from most of what Tira had to offer. Colin was not particularly sure he liked it, but he had to admit that the seaside taverns had really good ale. After sampling the third place in less hours, he decided maybe he could handle being in Bejen more often.
He shifted his position so he was sitting with his back against the wall in the booth he had taken, since all the spaces at the bar proper were taken and watched the clientele, trying to get an idea of what sorts called this part of the city home.
“Anyone sittin’ ‘ere?”
Colin was pretty sure he had been giving off decently strong ‘leave me alone’ vibes so he was surprised when the voice addressed him. “No...”
“Good,” the young man, about his own age, said cheerfully, holding up a brimming mug of ale in a salute and plopping himself irreverently across from Colin.
“Um?”
“Busy place tonight,” the man continued, as if Colin had said something intelligent. “Captain Jacob Graham,” he added, thrusting the hand not holding his mug at Colin.
He slowly took the proffered hand. “Colin.”
“Lookin’ for anyone particular?”
“What?”
“You’re watchin’ everyone an’ yer mug is just sittin’ there.”
“What?”
“I’ll take it off yer hands if ‘ee want,” Jacob offered.
“What? No!” he said, pulling his mug closer and sending the captain a baleful look. “Aren’t you a bit young to be a captain?” he asked, just to be snide.
“Nah, got my own ship an’ crew,” he said, lifting his mug up expectantly for a toast.
Colin found himself mirroring the gesture before he could think twice.
Jacob grinned. “’ee look bored.”
He was starting to feel his amusement at the brash young captain grow. “I’m not.”
“Don’t believe you.”
“Just looking for a quiet night with a few ales.”
Jacob studied him for a minute. “’ow stupid!”
“Excuse me?”
“Quiet nights are overrated. Let me show ‘ee some fun.”
“No, thank you,” Colin said politely, downing the rest of his ale and deciding it was past time to go. He went to slide out of the booth, but he was stopped by a large man who parked himself down next to him.
“Captain,” he said as another man slid in next to Jacob.
“Rosy Joe, Keller, this is Colin.”
“’lo,” Keller said without even looking at him as he eyed the door to the outside warily.
Colin stretched himself up and peered at the door. “Hi?”
“Two of the crew.”
“Oh. Can I get out? I really should get back to my room...”
Before any of them could answer, the door burst open and five burly men elbowed their way into the tavern. Almost instantly, everyone present went quiet and Kell and Rosy directed their attention somewhere past Colin and Jacob’s shoulders.
“Best be stayin’ here, Colin,” Jacob murmured in the resulting silence. “What in the world did you two do?” he added to his crewmembers.
“Nothin’,” Rosy muttered, swiping Colin’s mug and then staring at it sadly upon finding it empty.
Colin and Jacob both kept their eyes on the men as they started making rounds around the room, checking out each table.
“Best bet is to make your way out the back quietly before they get over here,” Colin said, surprisingly himself even as the words left his mouth.
“You ‘eard the man,” Jacob added and Rosy and Kell, looking incredibly sheepish, quietly rose from the booth and headed for the backdoor.
It might have worked if some suck-up had not noticed their departure and pointed it out. Instantly, the five men turned and started shoving their way through the crowd towards Kell and Rosy Joe.
As the five men approached, ignoring Colin and Jacob, intent on their prey, Jacob stood and cast about before scooping up a wooden chair and bringing it down hard across one of the men’s back. Colin froze, one hand posed to grab Jacob’s arm to stop him, as three of them turned to look at them.
“Look, gentleman,” he said quickly. “We don’t...”
“‘ell yes I do!” Jacob interrupted and took another swing at the nearest one. Instead of hitting him, though, his backswing smacked the man sitting in the booth behind them in the side of the head.
That man, in turn, promptly surged to his feet, grabbed Colin by the collar and slugged him. It was surprising, Colin though later, while nursing bruises and an epic celebratory hangover, just how quickly normal people could turn into a raging pile of swinging limbs. Either way, what happened next did not particularly surprise him - he stumbled back, right into Jacob, knocking them both into one of the burly men. Jacob let out a yelp, which, in turn, drew Kell and Rosy Joe right back into the fight.
At some point in the ensuing madness, Colin found himself thrown right out the back door, into the muddy mess of a back alley behind the place. A second later, Jacob landed on top of him. “Colin,” he said cheerfully, sporting a black eye and blood from someone or something, “thought ‘ee’d been lost.” He stood up and offered Colin his hand before being bowled over by Keller and then Rosy Joe being forcefully ejected from the bar.
It was at that moment the rest of the crew appeared at the end of the alley. Or, at least, that is who Colin assumed they were, because his three companions seemed excited to see them, and they promptly started in on the five burly men, who had tumbled out of the door after them to finish things.
Afterwards, Colin was fairly sure he met all of them, although the fact that Jacob made sure the ale at the tavern they ended up in did not stop flowing made it hard for him to ever be certain. When it was finally time to stumble off, Jacob pounded him congenially on the back. “Yer a good man, Colin. Twas nice fightin’ with ‘ee.”
“Same, Jacob,” he said with much solemnity. Then they both grinned at each other and parted ways - Jacob back to his ship and Colin back to the usually somber task of helping take back leadership of an entire country.