Tavern Chores

[kycin]

It was a few days after Kycin started to work in a part time job as a tavern hand, and, as a result, she actually enjoyed it. She didn't expect to, no. All on her mind was that she'd maybe quit after the first day of work. Instead, she found herself whistling with glee as she swept the pub and cleaned off the ale cups. But anyway, she did learn that work managed to earn social skills by becoming a waitress, she didn't know if she did need to practice, it didn't bother her much, she had some friends to trust, such as Leif, he was practically her best friend, but his flirting wasn't getting him anywhere in life, and oh, would she just love the look on his face when she would challenge him to an arm wrestle. What about Snow, that odd albino, she wasn't so keen he considered her as a friend, and she didn't even know if she herself considered him as a friend, but whatever.

The feline had only finished her washing chores in the pub, humming an old lullaby that she heard from a few flutists in the market. But something did bother her, she wasn't as her feisty self, it was confusing, perhaps she needed a break from acting as some sort of 'mysterious' wanderer. "Nah, can't I just be myself? Silly Kycin, there ain't no boundaries." she was walking towards the cupboard where all the glass cups and such were kept, with her claws scraping the newly swept floor, all she heard was the soft 'click' and 'clack' from the smooth wood. You could of guessed what she was doing, getting herself some ale, ah yes, that's what usually cheered her up after a hard day, if not, perhaps a treat.

[icyreflections]

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[atrb=background,http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/libbyoc/forumblack.png] Misto wandered through the streets of the South Quarter without really putting effort into finding customers, something he was bound to get in trouble for later. He had his violin strapped to his back and his deck of playing cards tucked securely in the scarf he had tied around his waist. Misto wasn’t too keen on fortune telling at the moment, he had done far more than usual- what with the festival coming up and all- and wanted to take to a break from interpreting the various spreads he encountered every so often. He was passing by the tavern and recalled his last time he entered it- he met the drunken owner of the Lion’s Mane who challenged him to perform card tricks for schillings. Misto was happy to dazzle him with his card tricks and couldn’t help but be pleased with himself for making a few easy schillings. He wondered if the tavern was busy now and decided to go in- maybe he would meet Tybalt again. He opened the door and stepped in and looked around and spotted a brown she-cat who appeared to be busy from where the tomcat was standing. He took another step in, looked around, and realized that they were the only two cats in the tavern at the moment. It was a strange feeling but, as he looked to the other cat, he thought it might be worth it to strike up a conversation with her- he had nothing else to do and liked meeting new cats. “Hello?” he mewed.