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. "
 
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.
 
He eyes her, and shakes his head. "No, no. I am sticking to this. Unlike you, I understand the meaning of keeping my word." He takes another big chug of his drink and winces. "So... That's your retirement plan? Get drunk every night and do nothing till you need more gold?" He asks, trying to actually find a conversation topic. He was stuck here. Might as well make the best of it.
 
She laughs and takes a deeper drink. "I'm going to make a tower, and I'm going to stay in that tower spire, and enjoy my craft. You can play with your dirt and plants in peace, if you can even get them to grow." She said with a poised tilt of her head. "There are things that a mage can do without having to dote on this plane after all."
 
He gives her a sidelong glance, and after a bit, poofs out a laugh. He begins laughing in earnest, and shakes his head. "I am sure there are. I just don't think you can back your words as high and mighty as you seem to act. I mean, from the claims you've been making, now I'm curious but I'd never want to put someone on the spot." He grins at her, leaning his head back and looking down his nose at her.
 
She curls her lip at him into a smirk. "It could be anything. I could open a portal to the fire plane and let the flames of the Brass City solely for my entertainment." She said as she put her hands under her chin. Desiree leans forward. "Maybe you need to prove that you're worth showing off for."
 
His eyes flash, metaphorically of course. He didn't have a lick of magical blood in him, but he made do with what he did have. He rests his chin on his fist, resting his elbow on the counter. "Oh yeah? What do you have in mind? I already drank your disgusting grog... Anything else you think you can actually spook me with?" He asks dryly.
 
Desiree tapped her mug with her knuckles, considering what act of daring she could muster up for her roguish challenger. "Hmph. Something that would spook a man like you. Blood and Guts, doesn't do it. Nor threats or spells I assume. " she said as she lifted a finger to finger the bar keep. "Two glasses of Brandy." She said as she slid her empty mugs over. "
 

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