14th Oct 2017, 8:18 AM
in Feral
Alas, poor Owen

Back at the guard office, Owen is mortally ashamed.
Bertie: Are you telling me this is the plump girl that was checking us out all evening at the tavern?
Atra: Just him, love. Don't take it personally but I wouldn't get my hopes up if I were you.
Bertie: I can sort of see it, you know. But I thought she was a brunette.
Owen: She was a brunette! And she had all her teeth, and… come on, you know she was damn near perfect…
Atra: Aw, thanks, love! You're not so bad yourself! You clean up well!
Two guards mock Owen. One of them shakes his spear in front of his crotch.
Guard 1: How much did you drink last night?
Guard 2: And how did you figure out how to pull your trousers down? Let alone…
Atra: Oh! No complaints there! He was pretty drunk but that didn't-
Sheriff Hogsworth: It's either that, or…
Bertie: Are you telling me this is the plump girl that was checking us out all evening at the tavern?
Atra: Just him, love. Don't take it personally but I wouldn't get my hopes up if I were you.
Bertie: I can sort of see it, you know. But I thought she was a brunette.
Owen: She was a brunette! And she had all her teeth, and… come on, you know she was damn near perfect…
Atra: Aw, thanks, love! You're not so bad yourself! You clean up well!
Two guards mock Owen. One of them shakes his spear in front of his crotch.
Guard 1: How much did you drink last night?
Guard 2: And how did you figure out how to pull your trousers down? Let alone…
Atra: Oh! No complaints there! He was pretty drunk but that didn't-
Sheriff Hogsworth: It's either that, or…
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