Fantasy RP In the sleepy Tavern's noise, something blooms. Or burns, I suppose. (Rp with Knight with None and Zainhawthorne)

"Oh no you just use every slime ball trick in the book to do it rather than learn real power." She said as she glared at him, her Grey eyes drilling inti his. The Scorching Witch didn't back away or shrink. "Everyone who thinks a spell is just a shortcut has no clue what it takes to touch it. Even you, Blossom Boy."
 
He was about to snarl out another response when he took a deep breath. He let go of her and backed off. "Alright... That's enough. I'm not here to make you feel like shit. You're not here to make me feel like shit. We can come to a truce. How about we stop bothering these poor townspeople and head inside. I'll buy your next 2 drinks, just to show I mean it. Is that alright?" He asked
 
He gave her another disgusted look as soon as her back was turned. He muttered to himself under his breath and walked inside, looking around for anyone new. Some people seemed to have filtered out and he was a little grateful for that.

He had called a truce... But that didn't rule out being a dick. So he sat down next to her. "Barkeep, 2 more drinks for her." He called out.
 
"Garbage! Ha! I've had drinks all over the map- from castle ballroom to war camps. I've had the most bitter swill you can taste....this is nothing but rough on the first sip and smooth burn. And I know it's better to go cheap and hard than light and expensive when yiu want to feel the bang for the coin" she said as she pushed her other mug towards him. "Take one then, see if you can handle what a little ol mage can. "
 
"And you still drink this?" He pointed at the drink in what seemed like despair almost. He rolled his eyes at her.... What was with her? She got into more dick measuring contests than some guys he knew. "Sure. Barkeep, hand me one of those shitty drinks. Whatever she's having." He said, tossing a few coins on the counter.
 
He raised his mug to her as well. He eyed her up and down again, checking to see if she was going to do something underhanded. He tapped his mug against her and responded. "To retirement!" He called out, and drank.

He wasn't unfamiliar with grog. But he wasn't best friends with it either. It burned as it went down and he blinked a couple times. But he kept a straight face. "Yeeesh... Seriously, we need to get you something else."
 
She laughs again and brings the tankard down. "If you want something finer on the palette, I'm sure that I can find something. We can go for brandy, Drake's Tongue, Firewine, Basalisk whiskey "she said as she shakes her head at his response as she propped her head against her fist.
 

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