16 RNG: Texan In Another World - V2.3 - Going for Broke (1/2)

Mike felt like he had been pulling away from his desire to leave, and every turn left him with another reason to stay. This morning was different, to say the least. The girls had a new experience, and so did mike. Vella was able to move her tail at her whim, and the damned thing vibrated. Mike was challenged to some degree to fill the desires of all of them at once, Vella certainly created a dynamic he never expected.

Opening his eyes, all mike could see were the slightly translucent portions of Vella's Wings covering the pile on the bed below his chest. The girls had left him in another position that was hard to get up without immediately being turned on. He wasn't mad, just completely baffled at his fate.

One different thing after another kept changing the way he lived his life, regularly he felt like he would wake up from some coma and be back to his old life. But as more time passed, Mike was seemingly less interested in returning the world he once knew.

”Girls, I gotta get to work.” Mike tried to reason with them.

None of them wanted to get out of bed. Rissa and Jodi were the first, they had not gotten what they wanted last night despite having a very fun time. Mike couldn't protest, protesting such things would lead to his backyard catching fire, or worse. He really had no room to complain, aside from not having any time to get work done in the early morning Mike still had lots of energy and he was now relaxed.

”Okay, Okay. I'm hungry! who's hungry.” Mike said the magic word, and everyone was dressed.

Mona had found some potatoes in the market and decided to change things up in the morning by frying the potatoes on a hot plate. She gently put some of the extract into the potatoes, they couldn't have a repeat of the Cookie incident.

Mike cleared the table and after a few lively conversations Mike saw a flare up of competition and he wondered what sort of shenanigans they would get themselves into today. The potatoes that they had cooked were nice when paired with the meats the girls kept hoarded in the spacial ring. Sometimes, Mike would find them sneaking meat and chock it up to a primal need.

'what should I do with this place, I know i said general high quality goods.. but what?' It had been more than a week since they arrived, Mike figured he would have something to push his creativity.

'We could open a bar. Nah, too many drunks and fights.'

'a furniture store, eh.. kinda boring'

'A Coffee Shop' Mike thought this was a good idea, but he hadn't seen anything like coffee yet.

'I guess I should at least have a plant growing.' Mike pushed the idea crafting aside and found a nice place that sold pottery. He had taken a stroll out to the city, one of his usual daily routines. Sometimes he would recognize a person passing by and take notice of what they were doing, but mostly he just saw people rushing about. A lot of them had business, mostly trade or trading that would go elsewhere.

Some of the merchandise floating around was from clear across the planet, but it had been taken by pirates, rescued by someone else, stolen again and only reappeared. Other's merchandise was so fresh, the markings on the outside of some of them were still wet. Gogor was a city of industry and charm, If people didn't take the time to make it beautiful it certainly wouldn't be.

Mike stopped into a shop and found many books, he had been wanting to clear out the shop with his funds, but after looking at the prices he had to reevaluate the objective. Some of the books were sold at a King's Ransom.

In the end, Mike only found a light spell that he could manipulate into shapes and colors. It was a rather benign spell that used little for its effect.

'70 gold pieces' Mike looked at the note on the inside.

”Here.” Passing the 70 pieces to the shopkeeper, mike felt a little robbed but couldn't help it. If you wanted to make money, you certainly had to do something for it.

Mike put the book into storage in front of the Shopkeeper and watched his eyes glitter, ”How much for the ring?”

”Its not for sale.” Mike instantly knew that the shopkeeper saw the value in the ring and left. He might have to avoid this place if he insisted.

A few more shops found Mike visiting them before the end of the day and Mike was close to broke.

Passing the bar, Mike noticed a brawl that spilled into the streets. Two Bear men were fighting it out, and people were gathering around it cheering. Mike had an idea... he would open a better one. No one really want to fight at a bar. If they wanted to fight, they could do it in a ring.

Mike thought about opening a bar, with a fighting ring. But first, he would have to steal all the customers from his neighbor. For a place with so many fights, it wasn't a great idea to keep it open in the first place. If it had a fighting arena, they would at least have an outlet for those types of fights. Mike put it into the back of his head, he'd rather have something a little less high maintenance.

Thinking about it, Mike started to hum an old tune and it caught the ears of everyone around him. Mike started to wonder if music was having this sort of reaction to people, maybe it was time he did something else besides a bar.

Mike ran up to the house and got the girl together.

”Go out and buy some nice tea cups, we need about 100.” Mike was on a roll.

”What are you talking about.” Mike was running around and it was making the girls happy to see him excited, but they were still curious none-the-less.

”We're going to open up a lounge.” Mike had confidence in his voice again, it made all six of the girls jump for joy and get ready.

”I need to know something.” Cara stopped the group.

”What's a Lounge?” Cara giggled.

Mike wanted to kiss her and explain, but he felt like he was wasting time explaining.

”Just go and come back, get as many as you can. And some spoons!” Mike sent Cara for cups, Jodi for cutlery, March for as many teas as she could find and Rissa was sent out rally people to something big that was going to happen.

'This is going to be epic or a nightmare.' Mike patted himself on the back and rushed off to the bookstore.

When he arrived, the shop owner was a little more than annoyed but Mike had something to trade. Mike pulled out the magazine that was rolled up and put it on the counter.

”I want to trade this for a book on Conjuring Teas.” Mike had seed the cover somewhere, something like 'how to make tea under the threat of battle' or 'tea for the ages when battle is a threat'.