(Back to Glory's P.O.V.)
The manager kicked us out of Wal-Mart. I can understand the food fight and stuff, but whatever Zephy said must have gotten her furious. She might as well tossed us into one of those garbage trucks that practically machete the trash into smithereens and dump us into the ocean and command her shark army to eat us alive.... Which wouldn't be possible because we'd already been shredded. But still, you get the jist. She's a frickn savage.
"You sure have a way of getting us kicked out of places," Hoopa told Zephyros, floating by his side. Zephyros only shrugged with this 'trollolol' face and continued walking. I walked by his side. Although it's only been about 15 hours since I've seen him, I was glad to be with him again. Whenever I'm happy, excited, or angry (which I wasn't at this moment), my hair glows bright gold or yellow. Now my hair was just plain fire, fueled by the flames of my joy and content.
"Well, it was fun while it lasted," Zap said. "We should do a Ramey's Genocide Run next!" She looked at Sans, grinning at her Undertale reference, but Sans only frowned. He didn't like the mention of Genocide. It was just something to get used to.
"So... What now?" Toby asked.
"You guys can head back home," I said, "I'm going to Skyrim. It's been too long since I got some Blackbriar mead."
Everyone blinked. "i didn't know you drank, blondie," Sans spoke, looking a little confused.
"Only on some occasions," I told him, "but I watch myself so I don't get drunk." He nodded, and I saw that his gaze was filled with understanding. I had a feeling that Sans would have drank before, but I don't know for sure.
"A'ight." Zephyros nodded. "We'll see you later, Glory."
I watched them walk away back towards the house, and I stood there for a moment, deep in thought. Then I shook my head and teleported to the city of Riften in Skyrim.
Ah, Skyrim. This was where I spent a lot of my days when I was younger. My mother was Nocturnal, Daedric Prince of Stealth and Shadow, so my brother Keith and I interacted with the Thieves Guild on a regular basis. We don't see each other a lot anymore, which was a shame. Our father was Haskill, Chamberlain of the Madgod Sheogorath whom I can't stand.
Seriously.
Sheogorath, if you are reading this, just know that I'm tired of your crap.
So please stop texting me.
Because I'm just going to keep on declining your calls.
I'm not even listening to your voice mails.
And please don't call me "Sugar Plum Fairy".
Thank you.
I made my way to the Bee and Barb. Before I went in, this guy stopped me. By the sound of his voice and the swagger he possessed, he was obviously drunk.
"Holds up on chur horsies, young ladee," he said, his voice slurred. I could barely identify his words. "Before chu be goin' struttn in, I says I challengin' chu for.. le 500 gold... for zeh... for zeh mead..."
"Um..." I shook my head. "Sorry, but I think you had enough.."
"ENUFF!! That is bein preposhteroushnest!! Don't be patronizings me, young ladee!"
I blinked at him slowly. So he wanted a fight.
Okay... Although this will hardly be a challenge.
Within a few seconds, the dude had a black eye and was used as a doorknob. He was smashed through the door, and I stepped in the bar.
"Hello! No need to panic, people. Just looking for a drink." I helped the guy up and walked to the counter. The Argonian lady who usually tended to the inn wasn't there. Neither was the guy who married her, so I assumed they were on their honeymoon or something like that. Instead there was this young girl about my height standing behind the counter. She wore all black; a black tunic and skirt, boots, and leather gloves. Even her hair was like the coldest and darkest midnight. She looked at me with a frown as she cleaned down a glass.
"I'll take a Blackbriar mead, please," I told her. "No ice. Thanks!"
However, instead of answering me, she leapt over the counter. Her movements were agile and flawless. She landed perfectly on her feet and looked at me.
"My apologies, Miss," she began in a haughty voice. She got out a short daedric dagger and pointed it at me. "Turn yourself around and look elsewhere."
Well... I was always up for a challenge! This girl seemed physically fit... She ought to put up a nice brawl.
"So...." I held up my fists. "No mead, I guess..?"
The girl didn't answer and charged at me. She fired a kick at me right as I triggered a punch. Her foot and my fist collided, and the fight began.