A heavy sigh escaped Jack as he leaned against the bars table and wore a look of dissatisfaction. He light drummed his fingers on the wooden surface and stared towards the other side of the bar with an irritated glare. The bartender of the establishment, Horace, looked to Jack with a collected look while the patrons looked on with worry and fear at his growing aura of annoyance. Horace was a rather large man with darkened skin and it was safe to say he wasn't always a bartender thanks to the many mounted monster heads that lined his bar. They stayed within a moment of silence before he ceased his drumming and glanced to Horace who only kept his calm demeanor. [color=f26522]"What do you mean it's [i]'gone'[/i]?" [/color]he asked with gritted teeth. The patrons readied themselves to leave while praying for Horace's safety. Horace on the other hand simply sighed and jabbed his thumb towards a large hole in the wall that led into a room that once did contain the bars alcoholic drinks. Now it only belonged to smashed kegs and splintered wood. 

"Well ya see last night a certain moron got into a fight with another group of morons and nearly destroyed my place of business. Sadly one of the casualties was my keg room, or how you like to call it, [i]'the booze room'[/i], and now I'm without proper drinks until next month. Now I'm about to get payment back from the bastard who caused that damned hole in my wall and destroyed my product," he said as he balled a heavy looking fist that seemed to steam with his fury. Jack leaned forward on the table and stared at Horace with a frown. 

[color=f26522]"Yeah, you see that certain bastard?"[/color] he mumbled as his fist was covered in shadows.

"Yeah!" Horace growled as a vein pulsated from his head. Jack smirked as he closed his eyes and readied his fist. 

[color=f26522]"Good,"[/color] he whispered before spinning around and glaring at the rest of the bar. [color=f26522]"Alright, who destroyed my booze room!?" [/color]he shouted with anger and vengeance. As Jack readied himself for revenge Horace leaped over the bar and brought down his fist onto Jack skull and smashing his head into the wooden surface. 

"YOU DID, MORON!!" Horace roared as he imprinted Jacks head into the bar table with an enraged look. As the smoke calmed down and the splinters finally stopped flying the room was found in a new found silence as the patrons watched Jacks limp body sit motionless within the bars table. Horace huffed and pulled himself back over the bar and crossed his arms as he glared at Jack. After a few moments Jacks head pops up, scaring and surprising a few people in the process and he looks to Horace with a bloody nose and a few splinters in his face. He stared at Horace with a deadpanned look before finally pointing to himself. 

[color=f26522]"Me?" [/color]he questioned as a trail of blood dripped from his nose. 

"Yes!" everyone, including Horace, shouted in the building. Jack thought before a moment before snapping out of his deadpanned look and replacing it with a embarrassed smile before chuckling and rubbing the back of his head. 

[color=f26522]"Oh yeah, I did didn't I? My bad," [/color]he apologized. Horace readied another fist filled with steaming anger, but in the end he sighed and shook his head.

"It'll be no use, you probably drunk away your brain cells. Hitting you wouldn't get the point through," he said with a frown and crossed his arms. Jack chuckled and shook his head. 

[color=f26522]"Ah come on don't be like that. I get it, I get it, my bad. I'll pay you back for the damages,"[/color] he said, but Horace scoffed. 

"With what money?" he questioned. Jack smirked and jabbed a thumb into his chest while using his free hand to pick away the few splinters in his face. 

[color=f26522]"Well ya see I'm about to be an S-class guild member and when I do become one I'll pay ya back twice the amount!"[/color]  he said as he held up to fingers and flashed a confident smile as he picked away the last splinter. Horace rubbed his grey beard as he listened to Jack and rolled his eyes, clearly not believing him. Jack frowned held up his hands. [color=f26522]"Ah come on, you know me. I'm always good on my word, I'll pay for the damages and more. I swear,"[/color] he insisted. Horace stared down at Jack for a few more silent moments before sighing. 

"Fine, but you better live up to your word. If not then-" Jack waved a hand to dismiss his threats. 

[color=f26522]"Yeah, yeah you'll throw me out. I know," [/color]he said as he had heard this a thousand times. Some didn't know this, but Jack actually is living in Horace's bar. He lives in the room upstairs while Horace lived in his own place outside of the city. Jack was somewhat there to watch the place when Horace was away, but it was clear he should have picked a better person for the job. Horace shook his head and sighed. 

"Well why are you back so early anyways, you usually get drunk at the guild before mucking up my place," he said as he leaned against the bar. Jack chuckled.

[color=f26522]"Well I'm actually here to pick up a few things before I head off on business,"[/color] he stated with a grin. Horace raised an eyebrow before rolling his eyes and reaching under the bar to pull out a small bag. He hefted it on the table. 

"Right, so your supply of flaming whisky and brass knuckles, right?" Jack winked at Horace and pointed a finger towards him as he grabbed the bag. 

[color=f26522]"You know me so well," [/color]he said as he secured the bag on his waist. Horace rolled his eyes and chuckled.

"Whatever, just head out before I bash your head deeper into the table," he mumbled. Jack grinned and saluted him as he walked for the front doors. 

[color=f26522]"Like you can, later old man!" [/color]Horace narrowed his eyes at the old man comment, but just gave a lazy wave before Jack exited the building. As Jack left he began to head back to his teams meet up spot in town square and grinned. He could just feel the future challenges coming his way.  

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