Re: Got Your Goat
Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 9:08 pm
The time passes, and the group takes some time getting to know some of the regulars in here. A right cheerful lot, definitely friendly to tourists, welcoming, and all too eager to share their own stories once asked.
Laurence does eventually intercept Linda and she mistakes him for someone trying to pick her up. Linda is middle-aged but has kept her looks; she appears youthful for her age. However, dry lines at the corners of her eyes betray her true years… She is a buxom woman with long straw-coloured hair that she is wearing tied in a ponytail. She is wearing a necklace with a silver pendant the dangles in her cleavage.
With a laugh, she says "Sorry buddy... I'm not that drunk yet. You're as old as my father." After a little awkward explanation, Laurence manages to inform Linda that he is good friends with her brother. She apologized at the mistake, and admitted ignorance on the goings-on in and around Glendale. "That's Martin's past time. Oh sure, plenty of people seeing things, but have a few more of those brews you're drinking, and you'll be seeing things too," she laughed. "Excuse me," Linda said as she spotted a younger, more handsome man looking her way. "I think I know that bloke." She moved on.
The stories gathered from the tavern folk ranged from classic ghost tales, to spritely fairies happing from flower to flower.... goblin-like creatures taking household pets, to visions of large roman armies marching along the countryside. Nothing seemed to be isolated to any particular spot, nor reliably repeatable for first-hand experience.
With only a few brews in their stomach, heads started to swim as the strong alcohol content started to take effect. It wasn't long before the group agreed to turn in for the night and pick up the investigation in the morning.
Laurence does eventually intercept Linda and she mistakes him for someone trying to pick her up. Linda is middle-aged but has kept her looks; she appears youthful for her age. However, dry lines at the corners of her eyes betray her true years… She is a buxom woman with long straw-coloured hair that she is wearing tied in a ponytail. She is wearing a necklace with a silver pendant the dangles in her cleavage.
With a laugh, she says "Sorry buddy... I'm not that drunk yet. You're as old as my father." After a little awkward explanation, Laurence manages to inform Linda that he is good friends with her brother. She apologized at the mistake, and admitted ignorance on the goings-on in and around Glendale. "That's Martin's past time. Oh sure, plenty of people seeing things, but have a few more of those brews you're drinking, and you'll be seeing things too," she laughed. "Excuse me," Linda said as she spotted a younger, more handsome man looking her way. "I think I know that bloke." She moved on.
The stories gathered from the tavern folk ranged from classic ghost tales, to spritely fairies happing from flower to flower.... goblin-like creatures taking household pets, to visions of large roman armies marching along the countryside. Nothing seemed to be isolated to any particular spot, nor reliably repeatable for first-hand experience.
With only a few brews in their stomach, heads started to swim as the strong alcohol content started to take effect. It wasn't long before the group agreed to turn in for the night and pick up the investigation in the morning.