>>112246514The young boy rushed into the beer hall, to hide, his hammer still gripped in his hand, eyeing the big wooden doors fearful they would bust down, unsure if the crowd still followed. He listened for the roar.
"Good afternoon, Hail the Fatherland."
He jumped, and turned around in surprise, taking in his surroundings, green leather backed seats and empty tables, soft electric light and an old man behind the bar.
"HMM?!? Oh, u-uh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were closed, I-I-I'll be going now."
"Hey, what are you trying to say? Just because the usual crew isn't here, doesn't mean the Ygg Bark isn't ready to serve 'The Third Bravest'. Come! Sit! Have a pint! You look like you need it."
The boy loosened his anxious tense posture and crept to the bar, at first unsure, then admitting to his physical urges, even if alcohol was still a foreign thing
"So... what's good to d-drink here?"
"Everything I sell, I would say,' the bartender retortedly gruffly but playfully. When the boy looked away in embarassment, the brash man relented, "But I may have a good brew to try."
The bartender retreated behind the wall, and returned with a stein after a few seconds and a bottle of older label. He cracked off the cap, and poured it.
"Bit weaker than most, but a nostalgic taste."
He offered the drink to the young man, who gazed at it pensievely, then drank. Carbonated, but a bitter sort of fruit taste.
"...this is Fanta."
"Exactly, and it's what you'll get around here if you want a cold 'drink', you think I can't tell you're underage?!? Should I report you to the street wolves?"
