forum Arthur and Mikhail

Started January 19, 2019 by Deleted user

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Arthur cautiously headed up to the tavern, poking his head inside before stepping in unnoticed. Heading over to the counter he sighed, I just want to forget everything! he thought, trying to ignore all the memories..

Mikhail had been chatting with someone for no reason in particular until a guy sat down at the counter. He walked over to the guy and smiled at him. "Hey there, what would you like?" He asked.

"Anything…" said Arthur glumly. "I don't really care at this point.."

Mikhail chuckled and went over to make the man a drink. "So, what made you come here?"

"No Idea" said Arthur hoping the guy would take a hint and leave him alone.

Mikhail sighed and handed the drink to the man after he finished making it. The man didn't want to talk much, that meant he was either going through a bad break-up or something else.

Arthur accepted the drink, downing a lot of it, wincing at the bitter taste. heck, it suits my mood.. he thought, "Thanks.." he said.

Mikhail's blue eyes shot up again when he heard the man that didn't want to talk, talk. That's new. "Oh-you're welcome," He said quickly, smiling at the man before cleaning up a spot where some other people had been. Why do they always have to make such a mess?

Arthur took another long drink, trying to mull over all the events of the past twelve years…

Mikhail kept scrubbing at the stubborn stains that won't come off. Come onnnnn.

Arthur looked up, watching the bartender scrub at the stains. Digging something out of his pocket he pushed it over. The vial had a light blue liquid in it, and glowed softly. "It's a cleaning agent, it'll get those stains off…" he said quietly.

Mikhail looked up at the man who had put a vial of light blue liquid next to him. Why is he being so nice to me? He picked up the vial and handed it back to the man. "It's fine, the stains will come off sooner or later."

"trust me it'll be a lot faster" said Arthur quietly, taking another long drink.

I'm so confused, Mikhail thought as he shook his head. "Like I said before, it's fine. It really is," He replied.

Arthur shrugged, not wanting to argue as the alcohol settled in a little, making everything fuzzy.

Mikhail had never trusted anyone and he started scrubbing the table again.

Arthur finished his drink, pushing the cup away he buried his face in his arms, wishing it were enough to make him pass out.

Mikhail heard a cup being put down as he finished cleaning the table. "Want another one?" He asked.

"Sure" said Arthur "Anything to make the world go away…"

Mikhail chuckled before taking the man's cup and refilling it with a stronger drink, then handed it back to him. "Strong enough?"

Arthur took it, a bit surprised by the bitter taste, "yeah… thanks.."

"No problem," Mikhail replied, looking around the bar. People were slowly starting to leave.

Arthur kept sipping at his drink, ignoring the diminishing crowd.

Mikhail started cleaning some other tables as the people left.

Arthur ignored him, taking a long drink, ignoring the bitter taste as he felt the effects slip in a little more.

Mikhail quickly managed to clean the tables since the stains weren't that bad, if there were any.

Arthur eventually finished that drink, his head a little fuzzy, but nowhere near drunk.

"Re-fill?" Mikhail asked when the man had finished his drink again.