A young boy was sitting at the bar of a tavern called the "Old Sea King". He was sipping slowly from his beer mug making a face close to disgust every time the alcoholic beverage burned down his throat.
His short mud colored hair was ruffled and a mess like it normally was. Only one part was really smoothed back and that was only from him always running his figures through the front, pushing it back. His good eye was gazing at nothing in-particular, every once in a while it would settle on a scotch he would much rather be drinking.
"Would you like a refill?" the bar keep asked. She was a nice young woman probably twenty-two or three in age the same as him. Tipton smiled up at her and nodded. He did not really want to talk to her unless it was necessary. He was worried from the way she had been giving him extra attention that she was hoping to strike up a conversation that would lead to him having to politely turn her down from a date or worse spilling his guts to a complete stranger.
She filled his mug once again, sweet smile still in place.
"So are you a musician?" she asked as she leaned onto the bar counter top, an action that pushed her breast outward of her tight shirt. Tipton took a swig of his beer and looked away nervously. He nodded after a moment, adjusting the guitar on his back as he did so. He was not a musician just yet but he was trying his hardest to become one. That was actually why he was in the Old Sea King, he had just came back from and audition where they basically told him to give up on his dream.
"Are you any good? I mean you have to be a good guitarist because you defiantly can't be a singer Mr. No Talky." the bar keeper giggled in a rather rude and annoying way. Tipton was not happy to be laughed at for the second time today, though the first was for a completely different reason.
"I am ok." he finally spoke, sipping more of his beer. The bar keeper blinked, surprised he had actually said something but the shock on her face was quickly replaced by an interested twinkle in her blue eyes.
"So you do speak." She purred. "And what a pleasant voice too, you shouldn't keep that to yourself." she leaned forward, more of her boobs pushing out towards Tipton. He gulped and leaned back a bit on his stool waiting more space between him and her.
"Thank you. At least someone thinks so." He said then frowned. Did that really just come out of his mouth? He had not meant to say that out-loud.
"Oh? Have you had someone tell you otherwise?" She asked.
"Yeah but not to many." He said and rubbed the back of his head. 'Only my brothers, my dad, and just about everyone I've tried to perform for.' he thought bitterly.
"Oh I'm sorry. How about you sing and play for me I'm sure I'll like it." she smiled an placed her hand on-top of Tipton's right hand. He jerked it away not really liking to be touched. As luck would have it a waitress was passing right into Tipton's blind spot. His hand smacked under her tray of beers and food sending them flying high into the air.
Tipton flinched as he herd plates crashing to the floor followed by a wave of swear words as some other bar patrons were now covered in food or alcohol.
Slowly turning around to asses the damage, Tipton saw angry faces of sailors, the waitress, and a few pirates glared at poor little him.
"Nice going you jerk." the waitress snapped, getting into Tipton's face. Tipton smiled at her weakly and apologized saying he couldn't help it.
"Couldn't help it?" she asked getting angrier by the second. "I was right next to you how could you not see me?" Before Tipton got the chance to explain an even angrier pirate pushed the waitress aside and grabbed Tipton by the front of his shirt.
"You little bastard." the large man growled. Tipton stopped smiling right there. He stared up at the much larger man, his good brown eye was probably size of a dinner plate with fear. His glass eye, the thing that had prevented him from seeing the waitress in the first place, remained stationary. He chewed on his bottom lip nervously as he tried to figure out how hard this guy could probably punch. All in all he most likely looked like a complete retard to everyone else.
"I am so sorry." Tipton crocked out. "I was just distracted from my conversation with the lovely bar keep. Right?" but when Tipton look over expecting to see the bar keeper only found that she had run off and was no where to be seen. 'God why me?'
Tipton slowly looked back at the pissed pirate. Could he negotiate his way out of this mess? Probably not. The guy did not appear to be the sharpest tool in the shed, he most likely did not know what negotiation was. Might as well give it a try though.
"Look can we talk this-" Tipton did not get to finish do to the fist that was so rudely slammed into his face. Tipton saw stars for a moment, his world became a blur of the browns that made up the bar. He felt blood start to flow out of his most likely broken nose.
"Now Sir," Tipton slurred, bringing up his hand in a gesture that said hold on a moment. "There is no need to resort to vio-" Another fist to the face stopped his speech once again. This time however Tipton herd the crack as his nose broke or perhaps it was his glass eye that cracked.
God he hoped not. It had taken him a while to save up to buy that eye and he would be extremely pissed if some Neanderthal broke it over some split alcohol.
Thinking quickly before the brute could punch out what brain cells he had left Tipton yelled at the top of his lungs, "Hey look Marines!" the guy was dumb enough to look like Tipton had hoped. When the man looked back he loosened his grip on the front of his shirt. This allowed Tipton to slip out of the rest of his grasp and bolt.
He ran past the man and his cronies before they even registered he was running away. When they did they yelled and took after him, though they could not catch up to Tipton's lead and gave up after half a mile. Tipton kept running anyway, he figured it was better to put as much distance as he could from himself and his would be murders.
It wasn't until he reached the docks did Tipton stop. He skidded to a stop, a lose layer of earth smoked around his feet as he slid. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he struggle to catch his breath. Though he wanted to, years of running from his brothers had thought Tipton not to bid over after running.
When he tried to breath through his nose Tipton snorted up blood and pain quickly spread throughout his entire face. He grabbed at some of the extra materiel of his much to large coat and dabbed his nose. He was not worried at all about the blood stains because the sleeves of his jacket, along with various other parts, were spotted randomly with dried blood.
After Tipton waited a few minutes for his nose to stop bleeding, he hobbled off to go find the local doctor or at least someone who could treat his wounds. The local hospitals refused to treat him when they found out he was in fact dirt poor. They pushed him out the doors saying he would be just fine. Tipton was inclined to believe them but his nose really felt like it was broken and he was worried it needed to be set right again.
With not much luck at any private clinics, which were more expensive than the hospital, Tipton wandered aimlessly through the groves. He adjusted his guitar as he walked, he got nervous when people got a little to close though there was no stopping that. The streets were alive with excitement and fear. The recent pirate fiasco and the war between Whitebread and the Marines had everyone abuzz.
Tipton sighed when he got out of the thick of the crowd and was left to roam in the in-between of the groves. He was thanking his stars he had not been here when Supernova's had, though he had nearly been there. If it was not for the storm he would had been on the island the same time they were.
He stopped at the foot of a hill when he herd some shouting from above. Looking up he saw a man being thrown out of a bar at the top of the hill. What the man was yelling about Tipton had no idea, the guy was probably just really drunk which is what Tipton really wanted to be at the moment. If he could not get a doctor to fix his nose he might as well be completely smashed before he tried himself.
He slowly made his way up the hill, the man who had gotten thrown out passed him half way and gave Tipton a weird look. He did not say anything though just shook his head and kept walking. When Tipton got to the top he stared up at the brightly colored bar sign.
"Shakky's Rip-off Bar..." Tipton said slowly, not sure if he read the sign right at first. The building itself appeared off to Tipton. Moss grew along its base, the wood the bar name was painted on was old and appeared to be rotted in some places, and the dome on top of the small build made it look like it belong at a circus. Then again all the buildings on this island were weird.
"Can't hurt anything." Tipton resolved and walked into the bar.
He was pleasantly surprised. The inside of the bar was nice and booze lined the back wall. There was an older woman behind the counter smoking a cigarette. She wore a pink low cut shirt with a spider deco on the front. On top of that she wore a black jacket with white strips running down the length of her arms. A necklace made of large gold beads hung around her spender neck. Her black hair was cropped short and neat.
She was rather pretty and she didn't even look up as Tipton walked in.
He slowly made his way to counter and took a stool a little off to her right.
"I am not going to bite honey. You can come closer." She said with slight amusement ringing in her voice. "But I can see why you would be skittish."
Tipton's shoulders slumped down drastically when he realized he had been tensed. He muscles burned from being wound up and exhaustion hit Tipton like a brick wall. He allowed himself to lay his head down on the counter. It was cool, a calming contrast to his burning aching skin.
"I would like a scotch." He stated without looking up.
"Alright." The lady said, her hills clacked on the wood floor as she walked to get Tipton his drink.
With his eyelids feeling as if they were made of stone, Tipton closed his eyes and slipped off into a deep sleep before the lady got back with his drink.
'At least if I slip into a coma I won't have to pay for the scotch.' The brunette thought.
What's this a male OC? WHAT IS THIS MADNESS! lol anyway this is a start to a new project I'm working on. I think I didn't miss any mistakes that I made but if you see anything just point them out. :)