"So, a Grimm and a Blutbad walk into a bar…"
Nick looked completely unimpressed. He sat on a stiff cracked bar stool with a bloody mary on the table. The bartender had switched him to virgin a few drinks back. How many he wasn't sure.
He was sure the air was filled with the strong smell of tobacco and cigars. Nick was willing to bet his small detective salary that it was all illegal. The walls were made of a dark colored wood. At one time, it must have been polished. Now, it looked dull. The counter was the same. It was constructed of a bright yellow wood, one that he couldn't help but say looked familiar to a certain buggy. The wood must have made a fine counter at some time. Nick ran his hand over the wood. It was polished with crystal glasses sliding down the bar and shined with oily hands. But the air had a musty feel to it. It felt old and decrepit. It was a run-down bar.
Stupid Fuchsbau.
"Come on, Grimm, get your ass out. I have a lot of wesen comin' through and I don't want them scared off." The bartender's face changed. Fox.
No reaction.
"Nick?" Nick turned to the familiar voice. There was only one creature that knew his name, and it wasn't on their hit list. He turned and saw Monroe.
"Dude, what are you doing here? This is a strictly wesen bar. No Grimms allowed." Monroe's big brown eyes greeted him.
"Monroe?" His voice sounded far away.
"Duh, who else? Whoa, dude…" Monroe stopped short of the Grimm's bar stool. He reeked of alcohol. The blutbad "super sniffer" didn't help. He waved a hand in front of the Grimm's face.
"You are wasted," Monroe dead panned. The bartender gave him an "are you retarded?" look.
"Yo, beard boy." Monroe turned to the bar keep. The small man's face flashed into a creature. And, then back.
"Fuchsbau," Monroe said in greeting before changing his shape. He would have to check Nick's wallet later. The fox's face contorted into a look of confusion, or indigestion.
"Oi, you're a blutbad?" The fuchsbau's eyes widened a bit as he said it.
"Yep." Monroe braced himself for the question every creature that smelled the Grimm on him asked.
"What are you doing with a Grimm?"
Silence.
"It's a long story."
Wall is up. "Multiples of three" word count.
the total must be divisible by three. 396 divided by three is 132.
Each digit is a multiple of three. 3=1, 9=3, 6=2.
So on, so forth. I just felt like writing it.
I'm following a challenge I set up. I call it the "1, 2, 3 Challenge".
It takes place the first three months of the year. So the dates (month/day) are 01/xx,02/xx, and 03/xx.
You must publish on the set dates. So for January, I would update on 01/01, 01/02, and 01/03. But on February, I would multiply by the month's number, so 02/02, 02/04, and 02/06. You can see the March dates.
And, the word count follows in suit. I have 123, 231, and 312 for January and 246, 462, and 624 in February.
I started late this year since the idea didn't occur to me until I read one of the comments. Next year, I'll be on time. Thank you BADAZZtoldya