Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-35042251-20190414235421/@comment-33229352-20190415031118

Fortunately for Silverskies and her nose, Orphos was at this particular bar. In the midst of the crowd of people, he had taken to the ground with a mortal and was in the process of beating him senseless. The dealer god was bruised and bloodied from his previous altercations, though it would have been safe to say that most of that blood was not his own. The group surrounding the two men roared as the mortal managed to throw Orphos off of him. In the seconds it took for Orphos to collect himself, the mortal had produced a small knife from his pocket and lunged at the god. Had he been sober, maybe he would have hit him. Instead, Orphos caught the man's wrist and squeezed, forcing him to drop the knife. "Cheater." He snarled and caught the blade with his other hand before it could hit the ground. "Not only that, you're a sore loser." As he spoke, he walked the mortal backwards and out of the circle of spectators, who moved to let him pass. Without warning, Orphos slammed the mortal's arm onto the nearest table and brought the knife down onto his hand. However, Orphos was drunk as well, and he missed narrowly- the blade sank into the wooden table between the mortal's fingers, who yelled and finally managed to wrench himself out of the deity's grip. He stumbled away from Orphos as fast as he could and ran out of the bar and into the night with a few of his friends. Orphos felt a familiar presence and looked up, scanning the bar for who it might be. His eyes settled on a woman with a dark cloak. He gestured for the barkeep for another round, who obliged and gave him a mug of Mead with shaking hands. Orphos took a long draw, then made his way over to the cloaked figure.