I sigh as I clean another beer glass, placing it back on the shelf. Working at the tavern can be surprising depressing, even with everyone singing and dancing, getting drunk and partying late at night, it can really bring your mood down. I watch everyone sing and dance cheerfully, chugging down their beer and demanding for more. I continue pouring out more beer, neatly putting the money in the cash register, and sitting down on the stool. I look over and see a group of the girls giggling, looking at me. I wink at them, smiling back then continue pouring out more beer. I sighed again, sadly looking down at my hands, drying them on a towel. Yes, a lot of girls liked me, but that's only because I looked a lot like Reaver. Reaver is an ex-pirate turned business man, factory owner, slum lord and the Hero of Skill. He could take your own weapon and kill you in a second, before you even know he's there. When he was a pirate, it's said he would capture the enemy's ships by shooting the captain, from across the water at impossible distances. In addition to being the Hero of Skill, he was also very attractive, even in my opinion, and I'm straight. I've also heard he's immortal, blessed with eternal youth. He also is in charge of Bowerstone Industrial, and owns the Brothel which is there. You'd notice him in any crowd, his tall, skinny body, dressed in black and white, with black boots, and always carrying a cane. He's always carrying his Dragonstomper .48 , a pistol which only six of were made. He killed the four other people who owned them, the other belonging to the Queen, a tyrant, but she was the hero of Brightwall, who had saved us all from the darkness. Everyone hated her, she was evil, but she had saved everyone from the darkness so we can't complain too much.
"Brendon!" I heard the group of girls giggling, walking over towards me. Great. I thought, sarcastically, rolling my eyes. "What do you want?" I asked turning around. The three girls were leaning against the bar, rather seductively, their low-cut tops rather revealing, although I wasn't in the mood for this. "We want you of course," the girl in the middle said, stretching out her arm, stroking her finger down my chest. The girl next to her giggled. I sighed, looking down, "Are you buying a drink or not?" I asked reluctantly. "Come on girl, he's obviously not interested." The third girl said sadly, pulling the girl in the middle by her arm. "Maybe another time," She winked, walking off with her two friends. "Brendon, your shifts over you may pack up and leave." The old man who owns the tavern says, "Thanks," I mumble, packing up my things and leaving the tavern.
I walk outside and already feel slightly better in the fresh air. I just wanted to go home and sleep, today has been a long, exhausting day. I had met a girl on my way to Millfields where I lived, her name was Jordie, when bandits came and robbed her, luckily I hadn't much on me and they found me disappointingly boring, but took everything from Jordie, ripping off her expensive skirt to sell the silk, and one punched her in the face just because they were dicks. I punched him back, yelling and cursing as many horrible things as I could imagine at them, and once they had given up, the girl ended up crying and running home, and I hadn't seen her since. I walked down the cold, dark road of Millfields, walking towards my house. I had to walk past Reaver's mansion to get there, which I always hated doing, I could often see all the people of Millfields and other nobles going to Reaver's Manor, his fairly often Masquerade parties, some ending in disaster with his 'Wheel of Misfortune' games he sometimes will hold for entertainment. I've been to a few of his parties, they were fun, but Reaver scares the living daylights out of me. I continued walking down the road and I had just passed Reaver's Manor, when I saw a figure with a tall, top hat, very similar to mine walking in my direction. He was probably just walking home from somewhere too, I assumed. "Hey," I mumbled politely as we approached, attempting to just continue walking home. "My, my, my! If it isn't my pretty little clone," The man says, laughing sadistically. I looked up, and saw his face in the moonlight, his dark hair, his heart-shaped tattoo, "Reaver," I whispered, shocked. "Yes darling, it's me" he laughs, tapping his cane on the ground. "Why my party begins in an hour! You must be there, what's a party at Reaver's Manor without Reaver?" He jokes, laughing again. He taps his cane on the ground again, "Well I must get ready, and so must you, I'll see you in an hour of course! My, my, maybe you'd be able to help me in my games tonight" He says smiling. A cold shiver runs down my spine, it must be his time for the Wheel of Misfortune again. I knew I had to go to the party now, if I didn't go, I'd definitely be dead, under Reaver's conditions.