So far, it seemed to be a good night at the کلہاڑی, تبر Tavern. Everyone’s spirits were high at the moment. آل, علیہ السّلام flowed from numerous barrels and into mugs that could have used a good spit shine, not as if the patrons actually cared. Their lips were curved into goofy smiles from all the بیئر that they were drinking. Just سے طرف کی the way they were all dancing; آپ could easily assume that at least half of them were drunk. However, آپ couldn’t fully blame them. Everyone wanted to celebrate as news had just come around that the Queen's two daughters had just come of age for marriage. Most of the people were having a jolly, good time. But as everyone knows, some people just can’t have a jolly, good time.
There were three people that weren’t as happy یا as good-natured as everyone else. They were on a mission to make as much money as possible. The first person was the tavern owner Chef Hatchet. No one knew his real name and no one ever asked. Who can blame them? He is a very intimidating person. It’s like a scowl was permanently etched onto his face. He wasn’t having a good time because while serving drinks he had to make sure no drunken brawls occurred at any point. There’s nothing worse than a fight to clear out a room full of paying customers. He kept one eye on the dance floor. Fights would occur there just because guys would fight over who should be gallivanting with some random girl. Chef quickly scanned the crowd for a few سیکنڈ before getting back to filling مزید glasses for bar maids to pass around. He failed to notice a certain dancer on the floor.
The dancer’s name: Trent Alderson. He was swaying sensuously with nearly every girl in the bar. If آپ looked at him, it would seem that his hands were dangerously close to the females’ backsides. If آپ looked even closer, آپ would notice that he was slipping money away from their low hanging purses and even some well hidden pockets. It’s a bit difficult to steal money from women without them thinking that آپ have ulterior motives. Well, of course he did have an ulterior motive, but not the kind they would be thinking of. Besides, it was his turn to steal from the females in the bar. Eh, he thinks it's better this way. Duncan is مزید suitable for roughing it with the men in taverns anyways. Trent twirled a girl around before looking across the front of the bar. He zeroed in on his accomplice who was now just finishing a game of blackjack with another guy who obviously didn’t understand the concept of the game.
Seated at a few tables near the entrance were some men gambling their money away. Various games were being played such as arm wrestling, blackjack, and quite currently stabscotch. Nearly every guy at the میز, جدول was groaning in agony. They had all been losing their money to a teenage hoodlum. That hoodlum’s name? Duncan Chevalier. At the moment, Duncan was winning at every game he played. Especially at stabscotch. He could give his thanks to his pocket چھری nick-named Bon Couteau. It could have also been the ten mugs of آل, علیہ السّلام that his counterparts had drank, but it was mostly his knife. It was as if the blade knew not to slice a single skin cell from its owner’s hand.
As much as he was enjoying himself, Duncan knew that he would have to لپیٹ, لفاف کریں up his game. One of the guys he was playing against was getting all red in the face from losing all his money. His دوستوں tried to tell him that there was no possible way that he could beat Duncan, but obviously the guy didn’t understand the term ‘losing’. The man seemed angry enough to just about strangle him. What they didn’t need was a confrontation. If he and Trent got caught, they would surely be sent to jail. Just about every copper in the country knew of his and Trent’s deeds. He banged at the میز, جدول he was situated at, yelling for مزید rounds of بیئر for him and his "friends". Trent acknowledged him with a shout for مزید موسیقی to play. The other patrons agreed wholeheatedly, and the band began to play with مزید fervor. Unbeknownst to the other people in the bar, Duncan and Trent were about to go through one of their marvelous escapes.
As soon as a bar maid came with مزید drinks, Duncan rapped his fingers on the میز, جدول to start his role in the plan.“Knocking on wood? Seems as if this young lad is running down on his luck.” the loser teased. Duncan swallowed down the urge to roll his eyes. He began thrumming his fingers on the میز, جدول while waiting for Trent to make this deadbeat’s cronies leave the table. “How about I make a deal with آپ old-timer?” Duncan heard a woman screech in anger before one of the guys at the میز, جدول walked off. Trent always did have the type of magnetism to attract girls that were already taken. Duncan inwardly smirked before continuing. “Because I feel sorry for you, I’m willing to play one last round of stabscotch.” The man became all the مزید annoyed, but Duncan could see at least a glimmer of intrigue. “If آپ win, I’ll let آپ take everything I’ve won.” Duncan gave his best fake genuine smile. "I'll even let آپ use my lucky knife." he proposed. The idiot smiled and accepted the knife.
There were three people that weren’t as happy یا as good-natured as everyone else. They were on a mission to make as much money as possible. The first person was the tavern owner Chef Hatchet. No one knew his real name and no one ever asked. Who can blame them? He is a very intimidating person. It’s like a scowl was permanently etched onto his face. He wasn’t having a good time because while serving drinks he had to make sure no drunken brawls occurred at any point. There’s nothing worse than a fight to clear out a room full of paying customers. He kept one eye on the dance floor. Fights would occur there just because guys would fight over who should be gallivanting with some random girl. Chef quickly scanned the crowd for a few سیکنڈ before getting back to filling مزید glasses for bar maids to pass around. He failed to notice a certain dancer on the floor.
The dancer’s name: Trent Alderson. He was swaying sensuously with nearly every girl in the bar. If آپ looked at him, it would seem that his hands were dangerously close to the females’ backsides. If آپ looked even closer, آپ would notice that he was slipping money away from their low hanging purses and even some well hidden pockets. It’s a bit difficult to steal money from women without them thinking that آپ have ulterior motives. Well, of course he did have an ulterior motive, but not the kind they would be thinking of. Besides, it was his turn to steal from the females in the bar. Eh, he thinks it's better this way. Duncan is مزید suitable for roughing it with the men in taverns anyways. Trent twirled a girl around before looking across the front of the bar. He zeroed in on his accomplice who was now just finishing a game of blackjack with another guy who obviously didn’t understand the concept of the game.
Seated at a few tables near the entrance were some men gambling their money away. Various games were being played such as arm wrestling, blackjack, and quite currently stabscotch. Nearly every guy at the میز, جدول was groaning in agony. They had all been losing their money to a teenage hoodlum. That hoodlum’s name? Duncan Chevalier. At the moment, Duncan was winning at every game he played. Especially at stabscotch. He could give his thanks to his pocket چھری nick-named Bon Couteau. It could have also been the ten mugs of آل, علیہ السّلام that his counterparts had drank, but it was mostly his knife. It was as if the blade knew not to slice a single skin cell from its owner’s hand.
As much as he was enjoying himself, Duncan knew that he would have to لپیٹ, لفاف کریں up his game. One of the guys he was playing against was getting all red in the face from losing all his money. His دوستوں tried to tell him that there was no possible way that he could beat Duncan, but obviously the guy didn’t understand the term ‘losing’. The man seemed angry enough to just about strangle him. What they didn’t need was a confrontation. If he and Trent got caught, they would surely be sent to jail. Just about every copper in the country knew of his and Trent’s deeds. He banged at the میز, جدول he was situated at, yelling for مزید rounds of بیئر for him and his "friends". Trent acknowledged him with a shout for مزید موسیقی to play. The other patrons agreed wholeheatedly, and the band began to play with مزید fervor. Unbeknownst to the other people in the bar, Duncan and Trent were about to go through one of their marvelous escapes.
As soon as a bar maid came with مزید drinks, Duncan rapped his fingers on the میز, جدول to start his role in the plan.“Knocking on wood? Seems as if this young lad is running down on his luck.” the loser teased. Duncan swallowed down the urge to roll his eyes. He began thrumming his fingers on the میز, جدول while waiting for Trent to make this deadbeat’s cronies leave the table. “How about I make a deal with آپ old-timer?” Duncan heard a woman screech in anger before one of the guys at the میز, جدول walked off. Trent always did have the type of magnetism to attract girls that were already taken. Duncan inwardly smirked before continuing. “Because I feel sorry for you, I’m willing to play one last round of stabscotch.” The man became all the مزید annoyed, but Duncan could see at least a glimmer of intrigue. “If آپ win, I’ll let آپ take everything I’ve won.” Duncan gave his best fake genuine smile. "I'll even let آپ use my lucky knife." he proposed. The idiot smiled and accepted the knife.
AT COURTNEYS HOUSE
duncan so that is how we play
courtney yes if u role a even number u have 2 tell us something embarousing if u role a odd u have 2 do something descusting
owen ok lets start
courtney ok duncan gose first
duncan *roles a 6*
courtney ok go on duncan
duncan ok well when i was 3 i ueset 2 play with my sisters doles
gwen and trent *laught
duncan i thought the were action fighures
courtney ok duncan u can say who gose اگلے
duncan ok trent
trent oh crap *roles a 2* ok when i was 8 i had a crush on magain لومڑی
gwen *slaps trent * *kisses trent*
trent but i like u better
duncan ok who's اگلے
trent izzy
izzy *roles a 7*
courtney ok lets think of something totally descusting *gasps* i got it izzy u have 2 role in your 5 least fav bvrages
izzy ok dr. peper lemomade oreange crush sprite and mountain due *dives in the pool of beavrages*
duncan so that is how we play
courtney yes if u role a even number u have 2 tell us something embarousing if u role a odd u have 2 do something descusting
owen ok lets start
courtney ok duncan gose first
duncan *roles a 6*
courtney ok go on duncan
duncan ok well when i was 3 i ueset 2 play with my sisters doles
gwen and trent *laught
duncan i thought the were action fighures
courtney ok duncan u can say who gose اگلے
duncan ok trent
trent oh crap *roles a 2* ok when i was 8 i had a crush on magain لومڑی
gwen *slaps trent * *kisses trent*
trent but i like u better
duncan ok who's اگلے
trent izzy
izzy *roles a 7*
courtney ok lets think of something totally descusting *gasps* i got it izzy u have 2 role in your 5 least fav bvrages
izzy ok dr. peper lemomade oreange crush sprite and mountain due *dives in the pool of beavrages*
ENJOY!!!!
Owen:You know Izzy,you are so pretty!
Izzy:Owen thats like really nice.
Trent:Hey man!
Owen:Hey man!Guess what?
Trent:Congrats dude!Gwen just کہا yes to go with me.
Owen:Sweet dude!
Trent:Well I'll آپ later.
Trent:Hey Duncan.
Duncan:Whats up dude!
Trent:I just asked Gwen to the dance on friday.
Trent:Are آپ gonna ask Courtney?
Duncan:Of cource I will its just...
Trent:Yeah?
Duncan:Im scared to.
Trent:And this is the man talking who has been to juvie 6 times.Dude,you can do this.
Duncan:7 times but whos counting?And ok I will go ask her,but آپ have to come with me.Ok?
Trent:Of cource I will go with you,but آپ are doing the talking.Ok?
Duncan:Ok
SEE IF DUNCAN WILL CHICKEN OUT AND NOT ASK COURTNEY TO THE DANCE IN PART 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Owen:You know Izzy,you are so pretty!
Izzy:Owen thats like really nice.
Trent:Hey man!
Owen:Hey man!Guess what?
Trent:Congrats dude!Gwen just کہا yes to go with me.
Owen:Sweet dude!
Trent:Well I'll آپ later.
Trent:Hey Duncan.
Duncan:Whats up dude!
Trent:I just asked Gwen to the dance on friday.
Trent:Are آپ gonna ask Courtney?
Duncan:Of cource I will its just...
Trent:Yeah?
Duncan:Im scared to.
Trent:And this is the man talking who has been to juvie 6 times.Dude,you can do this.
Duncan:7 times but whos counting?And ok I will go ask her,but آپ have to come with me.Ok?
Trent:Of cource I will go with you,but آپ are doing the talking.Ok?
Duncan:Ok
SEE IF DUNCAN WILL CHICKEN OUT AND NOT ASK COURTNEY TO THE DANCE IN PART 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!