43 Famine The Bartender (2/2)
All the knights became loose and chatty as the drinks were going down their bellies. A short while later, more rowdy noise of chatter and people entering the area made me turn my head.
I saw the seating areas beyond the gla.s.s part.i.tion filling up with other knights. Amongst the approaching party was Captain Sewell Hunter and his merry squad. He entered the bar to take a seat next to Leinard and accepted a drink from Trix.
”Hey, Famine. If you ain't drinking, you're serving.” Trix called out to me.
I sighed and shuffled off the stool to take over his bartending work. He a.s.sumed my seat next to Leinard.
I found myself preoccupied with mixing and serving drinks to what seem the entire order of knights who weren't on duty at h.e.l.l's Labyrinth.
”If you're all here getting merry, who's looking after h.e.l.l's Labyrinth?” I blurted out my curiosity.
”Teagan and Gavin's squads are on duty tonight.” Leinard answered.
”The Map is?” I looked at Trix's eyes free from a mapgla.s.s. I hadn't seen him wear it for a while since his recovery from the Primary Core.
”Andy's playing my second fiddle.” Trix burped, getting merry with drink.
He restarted a pa.s.sionate conversation with Death, no doubt trying to annoy my brother to the maximum as his retaliation to the earlier incident.
The entire night I was stuck behind the bar with many knights calling out for seconds. It made me question on how much content we had left on the shelves. I gawked with amazement at the shelves of bottles refilling themselves to the brim.
”Magikali refilling.” Trix hiccuped to my questioning stares at the bottles. ”Stolen family heirlooms.”
A sober mood fell on Trix and Leinard.
”Ha! Well, have some peanuts to cheer up.” I shoved a couple of bowls before the downcast brothers.
”Maybe now's a good time to talk about the Exemplar plans.” Sewell broke through the tension with matters of business.
This ironically seemed to lift the brothers' mood. Leinard and Trix started downing ginger beer to sober themselves up as they listened to Sewell's clever hypothesis. The show off smarty pants.
”What do you think Famine?” Sewell asked me out of the blue as I was shaking a Martini.
”About what?”
Sewell gave a sinister chuckle. ”Yeah, I figure that would be your answer. You don't think do you?”
”Excuse me?!” I slid a triangular gla.s.s filled with Martini down the counter. Luckily it was caught by Jensen who was finding interest in our conversation.
”Psst, Lita. Five daro Sewell makes Famine go for a punch.” I heard him whisper to Lita.
”Oi! You! No creepy bets at this bar!” I yelled at him.
This set a roar of laughter from the knights.
”Seriously, Famine, what are you even doing here? Your brothers are impeccable academics. You, I don't get anything special from.” Sewell continued to push his opinion about me.
”Like I wanted to be here. Do you even know anything about me?” I came at him.
”Yeah, you were smuggled in. Since you're behind this bar serving drinks makes me think your specialness stops there.”
I scratched my head, confused by his insult or maybe that was his twisted form of a compliment.
”Um, thanks for the compliment, I guess.” I innocently answered and flinched at Leinard and Trix's hearty laughter, surprising Sewell and shutting him down.
”Anyway. Colonel, Captain, we need to address the matter sooner rather than later.” Sewell cleared his throat and resumed on his earlier conversation.
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