Jack put down his sickle with a sigh, relieved that he had just finished weeding his farm. Looking at the farmland with pride, almost to caught up in the moment to forget how thirsty he was, almost. He had been so focused on weeding the field he hadn't bothered to get a drink once.
"Wow I am thirsty; all this hard work sure is tiring." Jack thought to himself, and then an idea occurred to him. "Hey this would be a great time to visit the blues bar" nodding to himself he quickly ran down the road leading to the main part of forget-me-not town.
The walk was a short one and before long he had made it to the blues bar opening the door he found that the room was empty, with the exception of who appeared to be the bar maid.
Turning around the barmaid just succeeded in seeing jack a look of shock appeared on her face, if only for a second it was then replaced by a look of lust. "Hi, welcome to the Blues Bar, I'm Muffy the bar maid, what may I get you" she greeted with a little too much euphuism. "A beer please" Jack replied, Muffy giving a nod then going under the cabinet to find a bottle.
"Here you go sir, this ones on the house" she flirtingly. Jack only cringed at the tone of her voice, Jack made sure he drank quickly so he could avoid conversation with her, unfortunately for Jack, Muffy had other plans, she came in a little to close for jack comfort making, her huge breasts almost touch jacks chest and said "so.. What kind of girls do you like" Jack then found himself unable to swallow and choked on his beer a huge blush on his face.
"W-what do you mean?" he stuttered feeling a bit claustrophobic. Muffy came in closer and repeated the question "What kind of girls do you like?", jack, thinking it would be rude to not answer the question answered "quiet, pretty girls". Muffy's face took on a look of hurt. "Oh" was all she replied.
Then the look of hurt was replaced by a look of anger, "actually I've changed my mind, that beer isn't on the house, that'll be 1000g please" she said angrily. Jack spat out what was left in his mouth, "a 1000g!?" he stated in shock. "Well unless it in the cup I cant give you a refund" answering smugly.
This then gave Jack an Idea, "unless it in the cup" he repeated questioningly, "that's right. In the cup" Muffy answered.
Jack then gave a evil smile, then stuck his finger into the back of his throat and wriggled it around causing him to throw up all the beer… and some of his breakfast into the cup, Muffy stared at the cup, revolted by what she had just saw. Jack gave a smug look and said "keep the froth", and left the bar….
dont expect me to do something like this again soon, this was really a practice to test my writing skills. sorry if you found this sickening, i honestly have nothing against muffy. no flames please but reviews are appreciated.