Abbygail pushed the tavern's door open. It didn't resist much, but there was a bit of a squeak. The door hadn't been treated well and the rust was starting to catch up to it. As tempting as it was, Abbygail decided not to chalk it up directly to the marine's influence as she had no way to verify that it was their fault entirely, the owners entirely, or a mixture of the owners being to preoccupied with the marines to take care of their shop. So she put the hinges into the maybe section.
"Morning." She said to the bartender, an elderly man with white hair and deep set eyes which were made all the smaller because of the bags. He hadn't been sleeping very much, if at all. Internally Abbygail chastised herself for not checking to see how long the marine in charge of the town had in fact been in charge. She wouldn't make the same mistake next time.
"Morning." The man said without looking up from the glass he was wiping clean. "Welcome to the Jerk's end. How may I help you?"
Abbygail nodded as she moved towards the bar. "Nice place you've got her." The man, Gill, if his name tag was to be believed nodded. "Thanks. We do our best here."
"We?" Abbygail said leaning forwards. Gil nodded, but didn't add anything. After a pause Abbygail shrugged. "So what do you have to eat around here? Any recommendations?"
Gil shrugged. "Normal tavern stuff. Chicken strips and rice is what I usually get."
She paused to look at the man, from the corner of her eye, noting his full frame she figured he got them a lot and if nothing else they were managable. "Great!" She said with a smile. "I'll have an order of that."
Gil nodded. "And to drink?"
Tempting as it was to request some whiskey, Abbygail decided that last time wasn't going to happen again. So she settled on soda. "Coming right up. It'll be about five minutes." Abbygail nodded a thanks as the man slid her drink across the bar.
Abbygail would've said more but was cut off by the sound of a woman gasping and a group of marines laughing furiously. Turning her eyes, while she took a drink, she watched the men laugh at the abuse.
"Hey" She whispered to Gil, who had moved closer to her to watch what was going on.
"...." Gil didn't look away but made a short nose that explained he could hear her.
"Aren't you going to do something?"
Gil shook his head.
"Why not?"
He swallowed hard and nodded to the party. "Marines."
"And?"
"They have guns, and swords."
"They do." Abbygail nodded, noting the weapons.
"They're just touching her bottom. They won't hurt her."
"Sure?" Abbygail asked and took a long drink of her soda, giving the man time to respond. When he didn't Abbygail sighed and asked where her food was.
"Yeah," Gill nodded and despite not wanting to go, turned to get the order from the kitchen.
"Great!" Abbygail put her drink down to watch the man go, and once he was gone, she turned her attention back to the marines, who were still laughing. "Room." She said calmly, without moving. Something changed in the tavern's room, almost instantly. There was a blue light, which shone in the walls and floor. None of the marines noticed, which was good.
At least they didn't notice till their pants all fell down at once, and wouldn't leave the floor when they tried to pull them back up. Nonbody was laughing now. Abbygail kept the pants down until the men's faces were red with effort. Then she let them go up, at least half of them. Unfortunately the men were pulling too hard, too fast, so once she started to slowly deactivate her power. The force the men were exercting causes the pants to rip in halves, and become unusable. Also their shirts ripped too, for some reason.
"The hell!" The marine who grabbed the waitresses bottom cursed, looking at his pants before tossing them aside to note the damage all over his shirt. "Who did this?" He shoutted, turning around and surveying everyone in the bar, which, aside from the help, was Abbygail and a dark haired man sitting at a table.
"Alright! Which one of you two did this"
"Morning." She said to the bartender, an elderly man with white hair and deep set eyes which were made all the smaller because of the bags. He hadn't been sleeping very much, if at all. Internally Abbygail chastised herself for not checking to see how long the marine in charge of the town had in fact been in charge. She wouldn't make the same mistake next time.
"Morning." The man said without looking up from the glass he was wiping clean. "Welcome to the Jerk's end. How may I help you?"
Abbygail nodded as she moved towards the bar. "Nice place you've got her." The man, Gill, if his name tag was to be believed nodded. "Thanks. We do our best here."
"We?" Abbygail said leaning forwards. Gil nodded, but didn't add anything. After a pause Abbygail shrugged. "So what do you have to eat around here? Any recommendations?"
Gil shrugged. "Normal tavern stuff. Chicken strips and rice is what I usually get."
She paused to look at the man, from the corner of her eye, noting his full frame she figured he got them a lot and if nothing else they were managable. "Great!" She said with a smile. "I'll have an order of that."
Gil nodded. "And to drink?"
Tempting as it was to request some whiskey, Abbygail decided that last time wasn't going to happen again. So she settled on soda. "Coming right up. It'll be about five minutes." Abbygail nodded a thanks as the man slid her drink across the bar.
Abbygail would've said more but was cut off by the sound of a woman gasping and a group of marines laughing furiously. Turning her eyes, while she took a drink, she watched the men laugh at the abuse.
"Hey" She whispered to Gil, who had moved closer to her to watch what was going on.
"...." Gil didn't look away but made a short nose that explained he could hear her.
"Aren't you going to do something?"
Gil shook his head.
"Why not?"
He swallowed hard and nodded to the party. "Marines."
"And?"
"They have guns, and swords."
"They do." Abbygail nodded, noting the weapons.
"They're just touching her bottom. They won't hurt her."
"Sure?" Abbygail asked and took a long drink of her soda, giving the man time to respond. When he didn't Abbygail sighed and asked where her food was.
"Yeah," Gill nodded and despite not wanting to go, turned to get the order from the kitchen.
"Great!" Abbygail put her drink down to watch the man go, and once he was gone, she turned her attention back to the marines, who were still laughing. "Room." She said calmly, without moving. Something changed in the tavern's room, almost instantly. There was a blue light, which shone in the walls and floor. None of the marines noticed, which was good.
At least they didn't notice till their pants all fell down at once, and wouldn't leave the floor when they tried to pull them back up. Nonbody was laughing now. Abbygail kept the pants down until the men's faces were red with effort. Then she let them go up, at least half of them. Unfortunately the men were pulling too hard, too fast, so once she started to slowly deactivate her power. The force the men were exercting causes the pants to rip in halves, and become unusable. Also their shirts ripped too, for some reason.
"The hell!" The marine who grabbed the waitresses bottom cursed, looking at his pants before tossing them aside to note the damage all over his shirt. "Who did this?" He shoutted, turning around and surveying everyone in the bar, which, aside from the help, was Abbygail and a dark haired man sitting at a table.
"Alright! Which one of you two did this"