Carrot kicked a rock down the road until he hit pavement. He looked up to see his favorite bar up ahead. He smiled, knowing the bartender there would talk to him. What was his name? Romano? Remeno? Who cares, it was someone to converse with.
He entered the bar, and a cool gust of air hit him. The bar smelled of alcohol and a bit of urine, but he strutted over to a bar stool anyway.
To his dismay, his favorite bartender wasn't on shift that night. "I'll have a Johnny Walker black on the rocks with a twist, please." He asked politely, and took a large swig of his drink.
A woman with read hair had her forehead pressed against the bar counter. "Miss?" he said. "Miss? You're drooling." He lifted her head off the table and saw Tira's face, stoned from all of her drinks.
Carrot looked at her, appalled. "T…Tira? Are you okay?" Her eyes suddenly snapped out of the glazed over look. She seemed to be having a hard time placing Carrot, but then she recognized him.
"Hey, I know voo….youu…." she corrected, her words slurred. Carrot sighed and put a twenty on the table to pay for all of her drinks. "Come on, lets get you home…" he threw one of her arms around her neck. She felt limp in his arms.
By the time they reached her apartment, she had sobered a little. "Thanks…Carrot…" she managed. Carrot could see from the parking lot that Shiranu's car wasn't there.
He reached into Tira's purse and grabbed her keys. Once inside, he laid her gently on her bed. As he loomed over her sleeping body, he felt the sudden urge to protect her. 'What do I need to protect her from?' he thought. She rolled over and clutched his arm. He smiled and pulled his arm out of her grip.
Before leaving, he glanced at a calendar. "It must be wrong…" he murmured. The calendar said that Tira and Shiranu were to wed the next day. Carrot was sure they were getting married a week from now.
He glanced over at Tira's sleeping body. Beside her lay a newspaper with a large red circle on it. He picked it up. It read, "Wedding Chapel, only 25 dollars". 'No…' he thought, and threw the paper down. He stormed out, with thoughts of Tira eloping with that beast Shiranu.
He entered the bar, and a cool gust of air hit him. The bar smelled of alcohol and a bit of urine, but he strutted over to a bar stool anyway.
To his dismay, his favorite bartender wasn't on shift that night. "I'll have a Johnny Walker black on the rocks with a twist, please." He asked politely, and took a large swig of his drink.
A woman with read hair had her forehead pressed against the bar counter. "Miss?" he said. "Miss? You're drooling." He lifted her head off the table and saw Tira's face, stoned from all of her drinks.
Carrot looked at her, appalled. "T…Tira? Are you okay?" Her eyes suddenly snapped out of the glazed over look. She seemed to be having a hard time placing Carrot, but then she recognized him.
"Hey, I know voo….youu…." she corrected, her words slurred. Carrot sighed and put a twenty on the table to pay for all of her drinks. "Come on, lets get you home…" he threw one of her arms around her neck. She felt limp in his arms.
By the time they reached her apartment, she had sobered a little. "Thanks…Carrot…" she managed. Carrot could see from the parking lot that Shiranu's car wasn't there.
He reached into Tira's purse and grabbed her keys. Once inside, he laid her gently on her bed. As he loomed over her sleeping body, he felt the sudden urge to protect her. 'What do I need to protect her from?' he thought. She rolled over and clutched his arm. He smiled and pulled his arm out of her grip.
Before leaving, he glanced at a calendar. "It must be wrong…" he murmured. The calendar said that Tira and Shiranu were to wed the next day. Carrot was sure they were getting married a week from now.
He glanced over at Tira's sleeping body. Beside her lay a newspaper with a large red circle on it. He picked it up. It read, "Wedding Chapel, only 25 dollars". 'No…' he thought, and threw the paper down. He stormed out, with thoughts of Tira eloping with that beast Shiranu.
