A/N: Thank you so much for all your kind reviews! I couldn't resist
writing this one, I'm really starting to get attached to this fic,
ridiculous as it may be. ^_^
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Roland slowly made his way towards Budehuc castle's elevator. He had heard many strange stories about the elevator lately, but he wasn't sure how much of it to believe. He did know that the elevator had been out of commission for some time, but since he had been away from the castle at the time, he wasn't exactly sure why. Regardless, it was very late and he was very tired; he really didn't feel like walking up a flight of stairs to get to his room.
He was just about to push the button to make the elevator doors open, when there was suddenly a loud eruption of sound, and three people came walking around the corner down the hall; Anne, Borus, and Ace.
In actuality, only Anne was walking. Borus was staggering, and Ace was barely standing, much less walking. Anne and Borus were attempting to hold him upright while they made their way down the hall. They were talking very loudly, or at least the two men were, and Roland realized with dread that they had just come from the tavern.
He sighed as the three made their way towards the elevator. As they drew closer, Roland could hear what they were saying. Borus was telling a story to the inattentive Ace, and his voice was much louder than it needed to be.
"See, this elevator right here! Got trapped in it twice! Twice! And the second time I trapped was under a two-hundred pound griffon!" Borus pointed accusingly at the elevator, apparently unaware of Roland's presence.
Borus seemed to lose his balance and staggered slightly to the side, pulling Ace and Anne sideways as well.
Ace was muttering, oblivious to Borus' horrific story. "So I told 'er, I said, 's'not my fault, she purshued me firsht!' Tha's what I shaid."
The blonde, curly-haired bartender looked up at the Zexen elf with a desperate smile. "Good evening, Sir Roland."
"How much did you let them drink?" Roland asked incredulously as Anne and the drunken duo finally made it to the elevator.
"Too much," Anne said, shaking her head. "Sir Borus' judgment is off, as is his balance, but this one here," she nodded towards Ace, "he's completely sloshed!"
"Annie baby, you're the woman of my dreams, jus' one more drink, pleeash!" Ace slurred, leaning more heavily on Anne.
"Don't you dare call me 'Annie' again, if you know what's good for you! Sir Borus, could you please get back here and help me hold up this drunken buffoon?" The Karayan woman certainly had her hands full. Roland vaguely wondered how often Anne had to deal with these 'sloshed' men.
"Not if you're going in that bloody elevator!" Borus exclaimed. "I'm taking the stairs!" The blonde man came to the foot of the stairs, but when he lifted his foot to ascend to the first step, he stumbled sideways and knocked a plant vase off of the table beside him.
Roland shook his head and grabbed the young man's arm to steady him. "Borus, you couldn't make it up those stairs if you're life depended on it. You're coming on the elevator with us."
"I can't hold this drunken fool any more!" groaned Anne as Ace's weight caused her to collide with the wall.
"I'll help you, Anne," a pleasant female voice suddenly said.
The sober knight turned to see the young elf, Nei, take Ace's other arm and helped Anne steady him. Roland's heart skipped a beat as her eyes met his. He had conversed with this lovely musician on several occasions, and they two of them had hit it off quite well.
However, right now he felt rather embarrassed to be seen with his drunken comrade, who at the moment was making a second, feeble attempt at ascending the stairs, and doing just as miserable a job of it as before.
"Miss Nei," Roland whispered, just as Borus lost his balance again and collided into him.
Nei giggled slightly. "Good evening Sir Roland."
"Please excuse my comrade," Roland grumbled, steadying Borus and pushing him towards the elevator. "It appears he has... overindulged tonight."
"You can't make me go in there!" Borus exclaimed, struggling in Rolands grasp.
"Borus, get a hold of yourself!" Roland hissed, thoroughly humiliated by Borus' display in front of Nei. "What would lady Chris think if she saw you like this?"
"Lady... Chris?" Borus blinked, and from the silence that followed, Roland figured he had slipped into some kind of daydream about their Captain.
"Such dishonorable behavior for a warrior," came a new voice.
They all turned to see the Chief of the Lizard Clan, Dupa. He was looking disapprovingly at Ace and Borus.
"I'm inclined to agree with you on that," Roland sighed.
"I think we should go upstairs and get these two to their rooms," Nei suggested.
The sober among them murmured an agreement, and Dupa pushed the button to open the elevator door.
The door slid open to reveal Landis and Jeane.
"Yuh huh huh... Going up?" the Winghorde asked.
Roland nodded. "Yes, but beware, we have two intoxicated men among us."
"Jeane!" Ace called as Nei and Anne pulled him into the elevator. "You're the woman for me! I shent you a letter..."
"Heh heh, yes it was quite amusing, thank you," Jeane replied to the drunken man.
"A-amushing? I put my heart an' shoul into that letter!" Ace whined.
While Anne and Nei easily dragged Ace into the elevator, Borus was giving Roland a much harder time.
"You don't understand, I *can't* go in there! Release me, or I'll tell lady Chris! She'd understand, she was stuck in here too... Yeah, she'd understand!" he said loudly.
"What, you'll tell her we forced you to take the elevator because you were too smashed to take the stairs?" Anne asked, having finally grown agitated with the knight.
"I was taking the stairs, but they're not level I tell you!"
With the help of Dupa, Roland finally managed to push his comrade on to the lift.
With so many in the elevator, Roland found his shoulder was crammed against Nei's. He felt his face heat up, and silently prayed to the Goddess Sadie that Borus would not have any more drunken antics inside the elevator.
The doors closed and Borus' face went as white as a sheet.
"I hate small spaces... I hate them."
"Yuh yuh yuh, because there's no where to run when the Grim Reaper comes?"
"Landis, please, he's a handful as it is without you playing up his fears," Roland said.
"I have no fears! I just have dislikes! And elevators are a strong dislike!" Borus exclaimed hurriedly. "You'll see! You'll know soon enough!"
The elevator hadn't been ascending for more than ten seconds before there was a loud banging noise and the elevator rattled to a stop.
There was a long moment of silence. Dupa jammed the 'open door' button repeatedly, but the door remained firmly shut.
Most residents in the castle had heard of stories concerning Borus' apparent claustrophobia, and so everyone stared at him, afraid of what he would do.
But the Blonde knight just banged his forehead against the wall of the elevator. He let out a deep sigh.
"I can't even get a break when I'm drunk."
"This is just great," said Anne. "There's eight of us stuck in this tiny elevator, two of us are completely wasted, and it's got to be past midnight. It can't get any worse than this!"
The lights flickered out and it became pitch black inside the elevator.
There was complete silence, but one could bet that everyone, drunks included, was glaring at Anne through the darkness.
"yuh yuh... Grim Reeeaper..."
"Can it, Landis!"
"Where's Shizu anyway?" Roland asked.
"She probably went to bed. You can't expect her to run this thing all night long," replied Jeane with a sigh.
"She hasn't been here any time I've ever taken the elevator!" Borus moaned. "I don't even know what she looks like!"
"She's one fine woman, that Shizu," slurred Ace out of nowhere.
There was the sound of Anne jabbing her elbow into Ace's ribs. "Just shut up, Ace. We've heard enough out of you!"
"What do we do now?" Nei asked.
"Yuh yuh yuh. Let's tell ghost stories! I'll go first..."
"I think devising a means of escape would be a better tactic," Roland replied.
"It's rather cramped in here for someone of the Lizard Clan. The designer of this lift was undoubtedly an inconsiderate human," Dupa snorted.
"Sir Borus, how did you get out the last time you were in this situation?" Nei asked carefully.
By this point Borus had slumped to the ground with his back against the elevator wall, too tired, miserable, and drunk to exercise the panic he was feeling. "Well, last time I hacked through the doors with Hallec's axe and ended up in the courtyard fountain."
"Fountain?" Dupa asked.
"No point in askin' that fool," Ace muttered loudly, "Th' man's drunk!"
"Yuh yuh yuh, the Grim Reaper takes the drunks first."
"Ace, could you please try standing a little straighter, you're pushing me into Sir Roland!" Nei exclaimed desperately.
"I'm sure he doeshn't mind in the leasht," Ace chortled.
The two elves were suddenly grateful for the darkness, as it hid the blush that had risen in their faces.
"By th' way, has anyone read th' paper lately?" Ace continued.
Nei blushed even harder, and Roland cleared his throat. The two elves were very aware of Arthur's tabloid-like newspaper, and they had seen the article that exploited their growing feelings towards each other.
"It was indecent of the boy to spread such rumors about Miss Nei and I..." The male elf stammered finally.
Ace paused before responding. "What? I wus talkin' 'bout the 'Erks Adventure' series... Great ishn't it?"
"Are you kidding, that's the lamest piece of trash I've ever had the misfortune of reading!" Borus called. The intoxicated knight was growing so agitated with Ace's blabbering that it almost overwhelmed his claustrophobia... but not quite.
"It really is pretty bad," Anne agreed.
Ace pouted. "Aww, c'mon now."
"I love it," said Jeane.
"Really?" Ace asked hopefully.
"I haven't laughed so hard since I read that letter you sent me."
Any intentions Ace might have had to tell the others that he was actually the author of 'Erk's Adventures' vanished, and the drunken man sulked in silence.
"I... can't breathe..." Borus' claustrophobia was taking him to the brink of hysteria.
"I smell death on you, yuh huh..."
"Landis!" Nei exclaimed. "That's a horrible thing to say!"
"Borus, how did you get out of here the first time?" Roland asked.
"Jacques fixed it," Borus replied weakly.
"Of course he had the advantage of having light as well," said Dupa miserably.
"I'll feel around the panel and see if I can do anything..." Roland suggested.
There was a couple moments of silence.
"S-Sir Roland!"
"F-forgive me Miss Nei!"
No one dared to ask.
More silence.
"I say, Anne, jus' one more drink!"
"Shut up!"
There was some clanking around as Roland finally managed to remove the panel.
"Can ya see wus wrong?"
"Ace, it's pitch black, he can't see anything."
"Oh, right..."
Roland felt around behind the panel, but he didn't know what he was looking for, and he was just about the give up when he pushed something the wrong way and there was a loud cracking noise.
"What was that?" Dupa asked.
"It would appear that I just broke something," Roland replied simply.
"Just great..."
Just then there was a very loud thud by the elevator doors.
"What was that?"
Borus groaned.
"Borus? Borus!"
"What's going on, I can't see anything!" called Dupa.
"I have a match, would tha' help?" Ace said suddenly.
"You moron! Why didn't you say so in the first place!?" Anne asked furiously.
"I forgot..."
"Where is it!?"
"It's in my pocket right- hey!"
There was a rustling noise and the other occupants of the elevator could tell that Anne had taken it upon herself to search Ace's pockets for the matches.
"Here!" she said finally.
She struck the match, and a feeble light very dimly lit up the interior of the elevator.
"... The elevator doors are open..." Roland noted simply.
They all headed towards the exit, the elf knight getting to the exit first. However, there was something in the entrance of the elevator, and he tripped. The others tripped over each other in a chain reaction.
Anne stumbled and dropped the match.
"OW!" yelled Borus.
Anne found herself lying on top of everyone else, and she pushed herself up and felt along the walls. They were in the hallway, so there was bound to be a candle on the wall somewhere...
She felt the candle on the wall and lit it quickly. As the light flooded the hallway she saw the previous occupants of the elevator all lying in a heap on top of each other. Borus was on the bottom with a burn mark on his forehead where the match must have fallen.
After everyone had gotten up off the floor and brushed themselves off, they regarded the elevator.
"We didn't see when the elevator doors opened. They could have been open ever since the lights went out!" groaned Dupa.
"We spent all that time in the elevator when we probably didn't have to," Roland surmised.
"But what happened here? I tripped over Jeane on the way out!" Anne remarked.
"Well, I tripped over Landis," said Jeane.
"yuh yuh... I tripped over Dupa."
"I tripped over Ace."
"I tripped o'er Nei."
"I tripped over Sir Roland."
"Ungh... I tripped over Borus..."
Anne turned to Borus, who was rubbing the burn mark on his forehead. "So, how did you end up on the floor, Borus?" she asked.
Borus groaned drunkenly. "I went to lean against the elevator doors."
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A/N: This is a reminder that I *do* in fact like Borus' character! You know, I considered changing this fics name to "Borus' Misadventures in the Elevator" or "The 'Where's Shizu?' Chronicles", but I think "Elevator Entourage" has a better ring to it, hehe.
Anyway, I'm not entirely sure I'm satisfied with the ending of this one, but I tried. Any typos you might see in Ace's dialogue is probably supposed to be there... Borus may have been slightly ooc, but I'm not entirely sure what his personality is like when he's drunk, so I improvised. Also, I think I made Anne way meaner than her character permits, but I figured that being a bartender she'd have to be tough with the drunks, hehe.
I really hope you liked it! Thanks for reading and as always, feel free to leave a friendly review. ^_^
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Roland slowly made his way towards Budehuc castle's elevator. He had heard many strange stories about the elevator lately, but he wasn't sure how much of it to believe. He did know that the elevator had been out of commission for some time, but since he had been away from the castle at the time, he wasn't exactly sure why. Regardless, it was very late and he was very tired; he really didn't feel like walking up a flight of stairs to get to his room.
He was just about to push the button to make the elevator doors open, when there was suddenly a loud eruption of sound, and three people came walking around the corner down the hall; Anne, Borus, and Ace.
In actuality, only Anne was walking. Borus was staggering, and Ace was barely standing, much less walking. Anne and Borus were attempting to hold him upright while they made their way down the hall. They were talking very loudly, or at least the two men were, and Roland realized with dread that they had just come from the tavern.
He sighed as the three made their way towards the elevator. As they drew closer, Roland could hear what they were saying. Borus was telling a story to the inattentive Ace, and his voice was much louder than it needed to be.
"See, this elevator right here! Got trapped in it twice! Twice! And the second time I trapped was under a two-hundred pound griffon!" Borus pointed accusingly at the elevator, apparently unaware of Roland's presence.
Borus seemed to lose his balance and staggered slightly to the side, pulling Ace and Anne sideways as well.
Ace was muttering, oblivious to Borus' horrific story. "So I told 'er, I said, 's'not my fault, she purshued me firsht!' Tha's what I shaid."
The blonde, curly-haired bartender looked up at the Zexen elf with a desperate smile. "Good evening, Sir Roland."
"How much did you let them drink?" Roland asked incredulously as Anne and the drunken duo finally made it to the elevator.
"Too much," Anne said, shaking her head. "Sir Borus' judgment is off, as is his balance, but this one here," she nodded towards Ace, "he's completely sloshed!"
"Annie baby, you're the woman of my dreams, jus' one more drink, pleeash!" Ace slurred, leaning more heavily on Anne.
"Don't you dare call me 'Annie' again, if you know what's good for you! Sir Borus, could you please get back here and help me hold up this drunken buffoon?" The Karayan woman certainly had her hands full. Roland vaguely wondered how often Anne had to deal with these 'sloshed' men.
"Not if you're going in that bloody elevator!" Borus exclaimed. "I'm taking the stairs!" The blonde man came to the foot of the stairs, but when he lifted his foot to ascend to the first step, he stumbled sideways and knocked a plant vase off of the table beside him.
Roland shook his head and grabbed the young man's arm to steady him. "Borus, you couldn't make it up those stairs if you're life depended on it. You're coming on the elevator with us."
"I can't hold this drunken fool any more!" groaned Anne as Ace's weight caused her to collide with the wall.
"I'll help you, Anne," a pleasant female voice suddenly said.
The sober knight turned to see the young elf, Nei, take Ace's other arm and helped Anne steady him. Roland's heart skipped a beat as her eyes met his. He had conversed with this lovely musician on several occasions, and they two of them had hit it off quite well.
However, right now he felt rather embarrassed to be seen with his drunken comrade, who at the moment was making a second, feeble attempt at ascending the stairs, and doing just as miserable a job of it as before.
"Miss Nei," Roland whispered, just as Borus lost his balance again and collided into him.
Nei giggled slightly. "Good evening Sir Roland."
"Please excuse my comrade," Roland grumbled, steadying Borus and pushing him towards the elevator. "It appears he has... overindulged tonight."
"You can't make me go in there!" Borus exclaimed, struggling in Rolands grasp.
"Borus, get a hold of yourself!" Roland hissed, thoroughly humiliated by Borus' display in front of Nei. "What would lady Chris think if she saw you like this?"
"Lady... Chris?" Borus blinked, and from the silence that followed, Roland figured he had slipped into some kind of daydream about their Captain.
"Such dishonorable behavior for a warrior," came a new voice.
They all turned to see the Chief of the Lizard Clan, Dupa. He was looking disapprovingly at Ace and Borus.
"I'm inclined to agree with you on that," Roland sighed.
"I think we should go upstairs and get these two to their rooms," Nei suggested.
The sober among them murmured an agreement, and Dupa pushed the button to open the elevator door.
The door slid open to reveal Landis and Jeane.
"Yuh huh huh... Going up?" the Winghorde asked.
Roland nodded. "Yes, but beware, we have two intoxicated men among us."
"Jeane!" Ace called as Nei and Anne pulled him into the elevator. "You're the woman for me! I shent you a letter..."
"Heh heh, yes it was quite amusing, thank you," Jeane replied to the drunken man.
"A-amushing? I put my heart an' shoul into that letter!" Ace whined.
While Anne and Nei easily dragged Ace into the elevator, Borus was giving Roland a much harder time.
"You don't understand, I *can't* go in there! Release me, or I'll tell lady Chris! She'd understand, she was stuck in here too... Yeah, she'd understand!" he said loudly.
"What, you'll tell her we forced you to take the elevator because you were too smashed to take the stairs?" Anne asked, having finally grown agitated with the knight.
"I was taking the stairs, but they're not level I tell you!"
With the help of Dupa, Roland finally managed to push his comrade on to the lift.
With so many in the elevator, Roland found his shoulder was crammed against Nei's. He felt his face heat up, and silently prayed to the Goddess Sadie that Borus would not have any more drunken antics inside the elevator.
The doors closed and Borus' face went as white as a sheet.
"I hate small spaces... I hate them."
"Yuh yuh yuh, because there's no where to run when the Grim Reaper comes?"
"Landis, please, he's a handful as it is without you playing up his fears," Roland said.
"I have no fears! I just have dislikes! And elevators are a strong dislike!" Borus exclaimed hurriedly. "You'll see! You'll know soon enough!"
The elevator hadn't been ascending for more than ten seconds before there was a loud banging noise and the elevator rattled to a stop.
There was a long moment of silence. Dupa jammed the 'open door' button repeatedly, but the door remained firmly shut.
Most residents in the castle had heard of stories concerning Borus' apparent claustrophobia, and so everyone stared at him, afraid of what he would do.
But the Blonde knight just banged his forehead against the wall of the elevator. He let out a deep sigh.
"I can't even get a break when I'm drunk."
"This is just great," said Anne. "There's eight of us stuck in this tiny elevator, two of us are completely wasted, and it's got to be past midnight. It can't get any worse than this!"
The lights flickered out and it became pitch black inside the elevator.
There was complete silence, but one could bet that everyone, drunks included, was glaring at Anne through the darkness.
"yuh yuh... Grim Reeeaper..."
"Can it, Landis!"
"Where's Shizu anyway?" Roland asked.
"She probably went to bed. You can't expect her to run this thing all night long," replied Jeane with a sigh.
"She hasn't been here any time I've ever taken the elevator!" Borus moaned. "I don't even know what she looks like!"
"She's one fine woman, that Shizu," slurred Ace out of nowhere.
There was the sound of Anne jabbing her elbow into Ace's ribs. "Just shut up, Ace. We've heard enough out of you!"
"What do we do now?" Nei asked.
"Yuh yuh yuh. Let's tell ghost stories! I'll go first..."
"I think devising a means of escape would be a better tactic," Roland replied.
"It's rather cramped in here for someone of the Lizard Clan. The designer of this lift was undoubtedly an inconsiderate human," Dupa snorted.
"Sir Borus, how did you get out the last time you were in this situation?" Nei asked carefully.
By this point Borus had slumped to the ground with his back against the elevator wall, too tired, miserable, and drunk to exercise the panic he was feeling. "Well, last time I hacked through the doors with Hallec's axe and ended up in the courtyard fountain."
"Fountain?" Dupa asked.
"No point in askin' that fool," Ace muttered loudly, "Th' man's drunk!"
"Yuh yuh yuh, the Grim Reaper takes the drunks first."
"Ace, could you please try standing a little straighter, you're pushing me into Sir Roland!" Nei exclaimed desperately.
"I'm sure he doeshn't mind in the leasht," Ace chortled.
The two elves were suddenly grateful for the darkness, as it hid the blush that had risen in their faces.
"By th' way, has anyone read th' paper lately?" Ace continued.
Nei blushed even harder, and Roland cleared his throat. The two elves were very aware of Arthur's tabloid-like newspaper, and they had seen the article that exploited their growing feelings towards each other.
"It was indecent of the boy to spread such rumors about Miss Nei and I..." The male elf stammered finally.
Ace paused before responding. "What? I wus talkin' 'bout the 'Erks Adventure' series... Great ishn't it?"
"Are you kidding, that's the lamest piece of trash I've ever had the misfortune of reading!" Borus called. The intoxicated knight was growing so agitated with Ace's blabbering that it almost overwhelmed his claustrophobia... but not quite.
"It really is pretty bad," Anne agreed.
Ace pouted. "Aww, c'mon now."
"I love it," said Jeane.
"Really?" Ace asked hopefully.
"I haven't laughed so hard since I read that letter you sent me."
Any intentions Ace might have had to tell the others that he was actually the author of 'Erk's Adventures' vanished, and the drunken man sulked in silence.
"I... can't breathe..." Borus' claustrophobia was taking him to the brink of hysteria.
"I smell death on you, yuh huh..."
"Landis!" Nei exclaimed. "That's a horrible thing to say!"
"Borus, how did you get out of here the first time?" Roland asked.
"Jacques fixed it," Borus replied weakly.
"Of course he had the advantage of having light as well," said Dupa miserably.
"I'll feel around the panel and see if I can do anything..." Roland suggested.
There was a couple moments of silence.
"S-Sir Roland!"
"F-forgive me Miss Nei!"
No one dared to ask.
More silence.
"I say, Anne, jus' one more drink!"
"Shut up!"
There was some clanking around as Roland finally managed to remove the panel.
"Can ya see wus wrong?"
"Ace, it's pitch black, he can't see anything."
"Oh, right..."
Roland felt around behind the panel, but he didn't know what he was looking for, and he was just about the give up when he pushed something the wrong way and there was a loud cracking noise.
"What was that?" Dupa asked.
"It would appear that I just broke something," Roland replied simply.
"Just great..."
Just then there was a very loud thud by the elevator doors.
"What was that?"
Borus groaned.
"Borus? Borus!"
"What's going on, I can't see anything!" called Dupa.
"I have a match, would tha' help?" Ace said suddenly.
"You moron! Why didn't you say so in the first place!?" Anne asked furiously.
"I forgot..."
"Where is it!?"
"It's in my pocket right- hey!"
There was a rustling noise and the other occupants of the elevator could tell that Anne had taken it upon herself to search Ace's pockets for the matches.
"Here!" she said finally.
She struck the match, and a feeble light very dimly lit up the interior of the elevator.
"... The elevator doors are open..." Roland noted simply.
They all headed towards the exit, the elf knight getting to the exit first. However, there was something in the entrance of the elevator, and he tripped. The others tripped over each other in a chain reaction.
Anne stumbled and dropped the match.
"OW!" yelled Borus.
Anne found herself lying on top of everyone else, and she pushed herself up and felt along the walls. They were in the hallway, so there was bound to be a candle on the wall somewhere...
She felt the candle on the wall and lit it quickly. As the light flooded the hallway she saw the previous occupants of the elevator all lying in a heap on top of each other. Borus was on the bottom with a burn mark on his forehead where the match must have fallen.
After everyone had gotten up off the floor and brushed themselves off, they regarded the elevator.
"We didn't see when the elevator doors opened. They could have been open ever since the lights went out!" groaned Dupa.
"We spent all that time in the elevator when we probably didn't have to," Roland surmised.
"But what happened here? I tripped over Jeane on the way out!" Anne remarked.
"Well, I tripped over Landis," said Jeane.
"yuh yuh... I tripped over Dupa."
"I tripped over Ace."
"I tripped o'er Nei."
"I tripped over Sir Roland."
"Ungh... I tripped over Borus..."
Anne turned to Borus, who was rubbing the burn mark on his forehead. "So, how did you end up on the floor, Borus?" she asked.
Borus groaned drunkenly. "I went to lean against the elevator doors."
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A/N: This is a reminder that I *do* in fact like Borus' character! You know, I considered changing this fics name to "Borus' Misadventures in the Elevator" or "The 'Where's Shizu?' Chronicles", but I think "Elevator Entourage" has a better ring to it, hehe.
Anyway, I'm not entirely sure I'm satisfied with the ending of this one, but I tried. Any typos you might see in Ace's dialogue is probably supposed to be there... Borus may have been slightly ooc, but I'm not entirely sure what his personality is like when he's drunk, so I improvised. Also, I think I made Anne way meaner than her character permits, but I figured that being a bartender she'd have to be tough with the drunks, hehe.
I really hope you liked it! Thanks for reading and as always, feel free to leave a friendly review. ^_^