Young Writers Society

Bo mumbled to himself, "Sorry... I'm sorry." And got up from his seat. He walked out of the bar amazingly steady, but once he was a few yards from the door, he stumbled, though caught himself. He found his horse and hopped into the saddle.

"I made her mmmad again didn't I??" He said to his horse.

"You're drunk." The horse replied. "Let's take u home."

"Since whennn did u get such a mouth." Bo said, tilting his head to the side.

"When you decided to drink too much." The horse replied again, matter-of-factly. "Because I normally can't talk."

Finn chuckled to himself as he watched Bo stumble out of the inn.

"What a guy, ey Thuki?" he turned back around in his seat and adjusted his hood so it lay straight against his back, untwisted. His mind turned once again to the noble arriving tomorrow, and how he was going to prove his skill to these folks. He sat concentrated and lost in thought as those at the inn continued conversation around him.

"Sure is."

((Does anyone mind if we time skip to after Finn pulls his stunt?))

A boy with red hair that is shaved except for the left side- which is long and curly, tumbling over his forehead- a striped red-and-white small hat on the hairy side of his head, a reddish nose and black shirt, tan jacket and jeans walks in and sits down. His eyes are mysteriously red. He sets his black-gloved hands on the table and orders several beers.

Thuki hands him the beers, waiting for Finn's arrival. If he succeeded...

"What's going on?" The boy asks.

How and when Bo made it home that last night, he couldn't quite remember. But he woke up in bed, feeling awful and looking it too. From what little he could recall from the prior evening, he remembered Thuki kicking him out, or something in that vein. It wasn't unusual, of course, but he felt pretty terrible about it, since he did remember promising something along the lines of not being and trouble once he got drunk.

Feeling guilty for putting Thuki through all of whatever it was he assumed he did, he decided to go back and apologize. So after cleaning up and splashing a few buckets of cold water in his face he made his way back to the Inn. He entered in the doors with his arms behind his back, and swiftly came up to the counter where Thuki was already serving customers. As he caught her eye and sat in front of her he pulled out a bouquet of flowers from behind his back, and a small sack of silver pieces. He held them out to her and very sincerely delivered his apology.

"Thuki, you've been nothing but a good host and I know you're just doing your job. I'm sorry you had to put up with me again last night and I hope this helps even a little to make up for it."

She takes them with a warm smile. "Why, thank y' very much, Bo. Y' weren't too much work last night, though, not like in the past." She fills a small vase with water and puts the flowers on the shelf behind the bar.

Bo smiles widely in relief, even teary eyed that she was so gracious with him. "Thank you, Thuki," he says as he sits back in the bar stool, his eyes drifting to the red headed boy... who he heard say something but didn't catch before he gave Thuki the flowers. "Oh! Sorry about that, lad, I was just trying to right a wrong. Did I interrupt you?"

"Not a problem," she smiles and returns to wiping down the counter.