Post by AFZAL NEJEM on Mar 4, 2015 5:29:06 GMT
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Afzal’s entered for a drink, many drinks. The atmosphere of the place is a bit different from what he’s looking for, and the place itself doesn’t have a usual look. He prefers a dark lit bar that inspires gloom and hopelessness, at least when he’s drinking alone. It’s hard for him to describe it, and thankfully he does not care to describe it. As he orders his first drink, he’s approached – a drunk, not nearly drunk enough, recognizes his face.
“I ‘ember you, this be his place,” he warns. “ought go ‘fore start touble.” “touble?” the bartender replies with a raised brow. “TOUBLE!” Goes the drunk, “TOUBLE” yells Afzal. He is given his drink, and it is gone in one gulp. A round for everyone, he orders.
“WHO WILL I START OUBLE WITH?” “NONE TOUBLE BAD.” Said the drunk. “WHY TOUBLE BAD.” “HIS PLACE. HIS TOUBLE WOST.” “MY TOUBLE NO BAD ENOUGH?” “HIS TOUBLE WOST.” “WHO TOUBLE?” PIMO TOUBLE BAD NO.”
By this point Afzal’s shoulder to shoulder with the drunk. Swaying, sloshing their mugs as they sway back and forth.
“FUCK PIMO ME TOUBLE WOST.” There’s silence, and Afzal continues to sway. “ME TOUBLE WOST THEN PIMO NOBODY. NOBODY TOUBLE BADDE ME WOST TOUBLE.”
@eza idk 2bh EZRA BET-SHUL : )
I DON'T WANNA KNOW THAT BABE
It’s the equivalent to a club. Is it a bar or a tavern? Truthfully I do not know, but the latter seems more likely. Afzal’s entered for a drink, many drinks. The atmosphere of the place is a bit different from what he’s looking for, and the place itself doesn’t have a usual look. He prefers a dark lit bar that inspires gloom and hopelessness, at least when he’s drinking alone. It’s hard for him to describe it, and thankfully he does not care to describe it. As he orders his first drink, he’s approached – a drunk, not nearly drunk enough, recognizes his face.
“I ‘ember you, this be his place,” he warns. “ought go ‘fore start touble.” “touble?” the bartender replies with a raised brow. “TOUBLE!” Goes the drunk, “TOUBLE” yells Afzal. He is given his drink, and it is gone in one gulp. A round for everyone, he orders.
“WHO WILL I START OUBLE WITH?” “NONE TOUBLE BAD.” Said the drunk. “WHY TOUBLE BAD.” “HIS PLACE. HIS TOUBLE WOST.” “MY TOUBLE NO BAD ENOUGH?” “HIS TOUBLE WOST.” “WHO TOUBLE?” PIMO TOUBLE BAD NO.”
By this point Afzal’s shoulder to shoulder with the drunk. Swaying, sloshing their mugs as they sway back and forth.
“FUCK PIMO ME TOUBLE WOST.” There’s silence, and Afzal continues to sway. “ME TOUBLE WOST THEN PIMO NOBODY. NOBODY TOUBLE BADDE ME WOST TOUBLE.”
@eza idk 2bh EZRA BET-SHUL : )
