RP says: Vilkas discovers Farkas's terrible secret.
Note: My regrets to Wolf Fang X1, I will not be posting another chapter until September 5. Your chapter will be first out after that. Sorry, once again. But it is not that long, I will be using that time to work on chapters and update my other stories.
Enjoy and remember to R&R.
Vilkas reached under the wooden counter as he searched for a bottle of ale. " I just think that the new harbinger, is a bit, of a perfectionist, is all." And it was true, Tilma had left on vacation after the new harbinger started cleaning everything that apparently wasn't up to his standards. He even went so far as throwing Torvar out, when he returned smelling like a rotting rat.
Vilkas's fingers finally touched something other than wood, grabbing it he realised it was a small bottle, unlike a potion flask. Curious, Vilkas pulled it up and his jaw cracked the floor as it fell. He gazed uncomprehending at the empty skooma bottle in his hand, lips moving like a fish. Finally managing to sputter out three words. "You drink skooma?"
"That isn't mine!" Farkas tried to defend himself quickly. Mind processing what was in his brother's slightly clenched hand.
"Farkas how could you!" Vilkas yelled, feeling betrayed.
"It really isn't mine, Vilkas!" Farkas tried again, taking a step back.
"How long? Why didn't you tell me!" The smaller companion screamed, slightly quieter, growing sad.
"No, brother-"
"What are you idiots yelling about, it's eight in the morning for gods' sakes!" Kesshanji growled, eyes drooping with exhaustion. Ears laid back against his head in annoyance.
"Farkas has sk-"
"It's not mine!" Farkas interrupted his brother loudly, the skooma bottle laying forgotten on the counter.
"What?" The tired khajiit harbinger questioned. Not understanding what was going on, at all.
"Farkas has skooma." Vilkas laid a hand over his brother's mouth to block any interruptions from him.
"Skooma?" Kesshanji walked forward, picking up the empty bottle before sniffing it.
Kesshanji shook his head before casually saying. "No, that is my skooma. It's my secret recipe, I brew it myself." The twins watched paralysed as the khajiit walked calmly walked out, back to bed, without another word.