Whispered Truths

The sound of a casual jolly bar tune feels the air as I exit down the stairs from my recent job. He didn’t last long, you tempt them in and it’s just a simple whisper of doubt and their out. I walk down the steps scanning the denizens for my crew. I should let them know drinks are on me, as I check the weight of the rich man's coin purse. A dart flies across the floor almost landing in a bystanders tankard. Shortly after another dart lets loose and slams directly into the bullseye. I follow the trajectory to see a familiar face smiling gesturing for our poor half orc to pay up. “You agreed to the bet you know!” the human, dwarfed in comparison to the half-orc, jests at him. The half-orc looking rather red in the face hiccups and says “What . . . bet?” as he rests his palm on his head like you would resting upon a canes head. Well they clearly already got their share of booze.


My head swivels to find our leader’s gruffled hair, half passed out on the bar counter, and it doesn’t take long. Right next to him is Santi, mirroring his drunken stupor. As I walk towards the counter I hear a group of drunks whistle at me. “Sorry boys, I already have a client” I say as I rest my head on our dear leader’s passed out back. He quickly jolts up and turns to meet me. His eyes glazed over with the shades of liquor he slurs out “Oh hey Zamera. . .when did you. . .get here?”.


I look at his crooked grin clearly with no plans in sight. He’s a lousy drinker and a terrible planner. Half the time I wonder if he’s the leader or if it’s Lucie, but there’s a charm that comes with his attitude. A simple and very free charm. I smile and kiss him on the forehead “I love you idiot.” He lingers in response “Yeah me too.” I shake my head knowing full well he didn’t hear me, but saying it out loud doesn’t hurt from time to time. He certainly doesn’t see me that way, after all I’m the crew's reliable flirt. When there’s no other entry then through someone's heart I’m the bridge to get us there. Perhaps after tomorrow's big job I’ll tell him, when he can understand me.

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