lirvothethird

  Bubbles foamed over the side as the beer sloshed. This was the favourite type of beer for sailors. Cheap, lots of alcohol, and lots of alcohol. I sat in the center, exhausted from the work. It was a celebration for me, but I held a cup of juice. With how much enforcers on the street right now, I'd be stupid to get drunk and end up on the street.

  Flushed cheeks were everywhere as wooden ptes of skewers, ftbread, shredded raptor, and battered fish were being served. The most fluent in speaking stood up as we stopped talking.

  "I'm going to keep this short."

  "Shut up already then!"

  A cacophony of ughter happened as they jeered.

  "Kuheum!! To Aerth, whom after returning did the work of ten!!! Cheers!!!"

  ""CHEERS!!!""

  "Ugh."

  There was heaps and heaps of mistakes that were left on the side for me to fix. Just sthering some stone didn't work, as the pattern, grain, and color had to match. The rubble from the buildings were easy enough though, but tomorrow we'll have to carry it over to patch up the buildings. Fear of tomorrow stopped me from stuffing myself.

  Arms were slung over my shoulder as my brows were pinched.

  "Stop thinking so much! Here, have some booze!"

  He sloppily poured some of his drink into my juice, spilling alcohol everywhere. It can't hurt that much right? There's still some juice mixed in. It should be fine. I tipped it into my mouth.

  What was previously cold became mildly warm, with a tingle that was refreshing. A warmth crept up my face as I continued sipping while munching on the warm and crispy fish. A buzz went in my head as I got more lightheaded.

  Andrew, the foreman in charge of quarrying stone, had gotten on the table at some point and started swinging his shirt around. The ground shook as the others stomped. The ptes on the tables cttered along with the beat.

  Then he started beating his chest while singing. They did say he was a sailor at some point. Lights turned into circles as I got swept up.

  The night continued in a haze.

  "Ugh, it stinks."

  Alcohol and vomit was overflowing in this part of the city. Half of the passerby were drunk, stumbling around with a smelly cloud surrounding them.

  In this drunkard's fest, a girl wearing a dappled overall sidestepped the pools of vomit as she made her way forwards. A sense of purpose filled her face as she clenched and unclenched her hand.

  After an entire whole day of returning, he still hasn't gone to see her. Instead, he goes off to party and drink?! And that Ezreal was no good either, secretly drinking with a pair of girls at his house. There was an important assignment to be done by tomorrow. Tch.

  She spotted her target in a pub. It was easier to find than expected, as dusty lean muscur men passed out drunk was a big indicator. In the middle, with the face pnted on the table, and distinct curly brown hair was Aerth. Dead drunk.

  "I'll be taking him with me."

  "Sure little dy."

  The ones that were half bit sober ughed as they waved them off. With a small grunt, she hoisted him up from lying facedown on the table. A beard of crumbs fell on her shoulder as she started to support him.

  His stomach convulsed. Despair could be seen on her face as she realized it was too te.

  Bile and vomit shot out! Projectile vomit spshed on the ground as some spttered on her boots.

  Turning her head around slightly, she just sighed.

  A bright light shone on my eyes. The sun was rising, and I felt terrible. Dirty and smelly, that's for sure. Looking around, it seems that I had somehow stumbled to Anna's house, in the wealthy district. How did I even come so far?

  A quick trip down to Ezreal's house revealed three drunken people. It seems that he had the same idea as me, just that he partied at home.

  Wash clothes, open window, shove the bottles to one side, leave a note that read: See you again when our paths meet.

  We had already restocked on supplies, so I took my portion, buried some coins under his floor and went back outside.

  The clear sky above signified a good day for travelling, with the occasional airship being unched from the Hexgates. Lonely in the crowd, I went to say goodbye to my coworkers. Many would probably still be sleeping but I went anyways.

  "Boss! You there?"

  "Whatz up! Hmm. I see. Good luck on your travels."

  "I - It seems you already known. I'm going to Ionia to find some mages to talk to. Here's some sandstone I collected in Shurima. Thanks boss. Farewell."

  "Go already you bastard! Hahahaha!"

  I was mockingly shoved out of the door. Everything was prepared, and the only thing left was to leave.

  Did I forget anything? I looked through my bag one more time. Money, gear, food, quality stone, paper, mp, and a few chisels. Everything seems to be in pce. Now, it's a matter of transportation. Safe, quick, expensive? Airship. Slower, cheaper, dangerous? Ship.

  I have some money now. So might as well spend it to experience an airship.

  The line at the Hexgates was short, as clean shaven men and well dressed women were the only ones there. I stuck out like a sore thumb, cd in a comfortable tunic with bulging muscles. I had padded my shoulders, back, chest and various other parts with stone. A small head on top of a rge body.

  Tickets at the ticket booth, thankfully it was departing in only a few hours. Buying without a reservation cost more... If I known I would've done that! Most of my funds were depleted in an instant.

  I sat huddled in the airship, empty inside. A few months work gone poof. Is this the adult world?

  The airship rumbled slightly as it lifted off. After a few tense minutes of aligning to the Hexgate, a bright blue light fshed around the outside.