The Character Tavern

"Just talk." Jason says. "About anything."

I look at him, cautiously, smiling. "But I don't know what to talk about!" I laugh.

Jason sighs, looking at her with his eyes set on her chin.
"What do you like?"

I shrug, "I like plants, the sun, books, I like mystery, suspense, I like animals, shoes and the color green." I said looking back over at my drink. "What about you?"

"I like the future." He replies, looking away. "The big what if. It's one big puzzle..."

I nodded, "Sounds cool. Simple." I said feeling like an idiot. I looked back over at him, my eyes set on his hands.

Jason feels her gaze on his hands, unable to stop his right index finger from twitching and sending the whole rest of the hand to blow up in a short spasm. He drops them to his lap and swallows.
"I like thrills too." He says. "Thrills are what life is meant to be lived for."

I look away, feeling this weird emotion that I've never felt before. "Thrills are pretty cool."

Jason closes his eyes again, attempting to clear the clutter of intoxication from his mind.
"The color gold too." He says, his voice lowering. "I like the color gold."

I nodded, "Nice."

I looked down awkwardly. "I also like the color red. Like roses and barries, the color of our face when we get embarassed, the color of love." I swallowed. "It's a nice color."

Jason nods and opens his eyes, a strange feeling prickling in the back of his neck.
"The color of blood..." He whispers darkly.

I swallowed again,

Dammit Riley, your such an idiot...

I didn't answer him, not wanting to say anything more that could make him creeped out so I just nodded.

Jason swallows and closes his eyes again. The memory most suited plays through his mind.
"There's twelve of us." He says. "Each have some beef with our godly parents. It's out right, our destiny to take their thrones, to rid the world of their corrupt beings..."
He pauses, wondering if there was a better way to word that...

I looked over at him, "And I'm not one of them." I smiled. "I wish you luck." I said turning back to my drink.

Jason opens his eyes and glances at her. "I know that. We have our twelve. But thank you for the luck."
A rather large looking being walks into the tavern and shakes the floor with his footsteps.