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As if things couldn’t get any more tense, Tzah-Tzie picks this moment of all moments to try to wriggle free of her scaly handler! Thankfully Volka’s on the job, and despite the devious Durher’s best attempts, the Grand Marshall is able to keep the snarling Spinner snug against her chest!
Ah, memories…
Right, impending doom. Clearing your throat while Volka wrestles with TT, you stand your ground against the menacing mixologist with a reedy ‘<span class="mu-i">Exsqueeze me?</span>’
“You’re the new gal the boss’ interviewin’, yea?” Inquires the Mzz’goe’virr as all traces of wickedness vacate his voice! “<span class="mu-b">MIILO?</span>”
You deftly answer with a falsetto ‘<span class="mu-i">Y-yes!</span>’ that melts away any lingering apprehensions the bartender had! “Glad ta’ have ya! Name’s <span class="mu-b">KLUUS:</span> Poisoner Extraordinaire!”
Laughing at his own joke, the bright-eyed barman wipes his brow and sends a few flecks of ichor tumbling onto your face! EEuugh!
“Don’t gotta’’ tell ya the place has seen a bit more foot traffic as of late… been slingin’ so many drinks my arms feel ready ta’ fall off! Har!”
Yea, you mutter as a drunken Gnok stumbles over you and into a table, you uh… you noticed! You’re about to inquire about Tikko’s whereabouts when the amicable aleslinger gives the bar a few friendly pats!
“Well c’mon in–I’ll show ya’ around the place!”
That’s okay, you stammer, you really oughta-
“Kluus! KLUUUS!”
A spindly, but firm limb nearly sends you tumbling into Volka as a pushy Chytree with a half-lidded stare stumbles over to your place on the bar–the smell of booze only matched by that now-familiar spicy odor belonging to made men!
“Tik!” Kluus answers like he just ran into an old friend, “Lemme guess: you’re just tipsy, right?”
“Yer’ goddsdamned right…” The Chytree nods before swiveling one of his massive eyes in your direction! “Whozis?”
“The new gal, Miilo!” Smiles your new boss, apparently! “Boss says she’s a mixin’ <span class="mu-i">fiend</span>!”
Your heart sinks as you feel Tikko’s eyes burn deep into your side! “Zat right? Then by all meansh, ‘<span class="mu-i">MIILO</span>’,” He slurs as he forcibly passes you over to Kluus who directs you behind the counter, “Mixsh away!”
D-does he mean go away, or-
“<span class="mu-s">MIX.</span>”
Ah, gotcha.
>CONTD.
