David Posted March 25, 2022 Share Posted March 25, 2022 It was a lukewarm spring night and Titus was up to his usual debauchery. He had been to the Elysium, where he spent whatever little money he had made during the day by begging and performing on the street for a few minutes of pleasure, and was now sat in a tavern not far from the brothel, telling the barman to put any and every drink he ordered on his tab. By now, his visits must've run his tab at this place up to at least a few hundred denarii, which was beginning to annoy the barman. "Listen, Titus; either you pay up, or you fuck off. I'm sick of letting you drink for free. This isn't a charity for penniless alcoholics, it's a tavern, and taverns need paying guests. If you're not paying, I don't want you as a guest." In his drunken stupor, Titus was only able to hear bits and pieces of what had just been said to him, but he understood enough to know what was happening. Raising his head up from the bar, where a visible wet spot had formed due to his drooling while resting his head on it, Titus slurred to the barman: "He- hey, watch your bastard mouth! I can pay, who said I couldn't pay?! I'm famous, for Apollo's sake, everyone in this fuckin' city knows me!" Being the wordsmith he was, Titus skillfully left out the fact everyone knew him because of how terrible his performances usually were, not because of his unsurpassable talent. "Titus, I'm really not kidding. Either pay your tab or leave and don't come back until you can." Titus was, despite what the redness of his face, his slurred speech or his inability to walk straight or even stand might have suggested, nowhere near done with the night, and he certainly wasn't going to let some high-and-mighty, self-important, asshole bartender ruin it for him. He looked around the bar, looking for anybody who looked either drunk or stupid enough to cover at least part of his debt. Spotted! "Hey, look at that!" Titus said while drunkenly stumbling his way towards someone sat at a table by themselves. This was either the best or the worst idea he had ever had. "I haven't seen you in forever! How've you been doing, old friend?!" he struck up a conversation with the stranger, hiccuping every few words as he spoke. He sat down next to them and hugged them, whispering into their ear as they hugged: "Pay for the drinks I've had tonight or I'll wait for you outside and break both your legs." After letting go, he leaned back in his chair and smiled at the stranger, awaiting their response. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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