How does one usually deal with unique situations involving talking farm animals? -Asking for a friend.

Seeing a talking Pig was definitely a shock for me. However with everything that's happened to me in the last couple waking minutes of my life I somehow found it easier to deal with than I normally would have.

My first reaction was to laugh. I kept laughing until I felt tears streaming down my face and I let myself fall into a sitting position on the top stairs. An actual talking Pig! The pig however did not find it funny. Soon it began to fume with actual smoke coming out of its ears and nose!

"Hey lady! What's so funny? Huh!" It screamed at me making its way towards me. I tried my hardest to stop the tears, stifling my giggles with my sleeve. Taking a deep breath I managed to regain my composure.

"You're talking! Like actually speaking to me! I must've scrambled my dome worse than I thought I did!" I managed to get out between my remaining chuckles. The pig puffed out its chest and proudly said "Better believe it lady! The names Hawk! I'm the Captain of the Order of Scraps Disposal!"

I didn't know what to do. There was a pig talking to me, I had no idea where I was, and I was sure things were only going to get weirder. Luckily, I was saved from having to think of what to do next by a figure at the bottom of the stairs. Blond hair! This must've been the person who took me from the accident!

"You're awake! Come down! I just made some meat pie!" the boy said signalling me down the stairs. Looking back at the pig who still looked seriously ticked off I decided that it was probably for the best that a do go down there. Slowly I made my way around the pig and down the stairs towards the boy. The boy had a blank look on his face but welcomed me forward. The stairwell opened into what looked to be a bar. There were a few men scattered here and there but it wasn't as packed as I expected it to be from the sounds.

I followed the boy to the bar where he pointed at a seat for me to sit in. Looking around I couldn't help but notice that everyone there looked like they had been dressed for some kind of role playing festival. Taking my seat I observed him as he went about grabbing drinks for some of the customers, Did he work here? Was he even old enough to be in a place like this? I wouldn't put him at any older than 14 years old.

After he delivered all the drinks he came back and placed a mug of beer in front of me. I wasn't sure what to say, after all he had probably just saved my life.

"Thank you." I said watching him work to grab more drinks from behind the bar. He stood still for a few moments before turning back to me. I swear his smile was like the sun shining.

"It's no problem. What were you doing out there?" he said with a blank look on his face and pointing out the door. From my new seat I could see a blurred out line of the truck. I wasn't even sure how to answer, after all I'm not even sure where I am.

"That's a good question. I'm not sure where I am let alone how I got here." I said while leaning down to take a small sip of the alcohol that I was sure that I shouldn't even be having. I was surprised but how good it was. This had to be ale and draft beer.

He looked to be deep in thought for a few moments before shrugging and asking where I was from.

" I'm from Westville. It's this super small town in Pennsylvania. It's like two hours away from Pittsburgh." He tilted his head at this, almost like he was a small dog.

" What's Pennsylvania?" he said with that same blank look. I was confused. He had an American accent but he didn't know where Pennsylvania was?

"You know, like upper right corner of the United States? It's right below New York and right beside Ohio." He Shrugged and said " Never heard of it."

How doesn't he know where the US of A is? Is he stupid or am I just super lost? Where the hell would I even be?

"In that case where are we now? Because there is no way I made it onto the hills after that accident. I'm not sure that the truck even has an engine block left to drive."

"What's a truck?" He asked, once again moving around to get more drinks made up. He seemed to nonchalant about the whole situation and I couldn't tell if it made me uncomfortable or calmed me down.

"What do you mean what's a truck? It's a car, you know like a motor vehicle." There has to be something seriously wrong with this guy. He ignored that and instead announced that he was going to grab the food to which Hawk began begging me to not eat it if I wanted to live. When did he even get beside me? Was the food poisoned or something? He began telling me how bad the food was and I had to assure him that I'd be ok because I've had some pretty terrible cooking before, that my Mom was a pretty terrible cook too.

"It's your funeral." he told me before stalking away towards the middle of the bar where a customer looked to be dropping food.

It was then more men came into the bar. They were rowdier than the current crowd and made their presence very known to the current patrons. Where were all the women? Is this a guys only bar? Gay bar?

Soon after the boy came back with the food. It looked absolutely fantastic! Hawk had to be insane to think this was bad food!

"1 meat pie for you miss… huh, what's your name again?" he said placing it in front of me. I felt embarrassed. He took me in and I haven't even told him my name! But then again he didn't give me his either.

"Oh sorry about that! Most people just call me Bean. And who are exactly?" I asked picking up the fork to dig in, judging on why Hawk had given me a warning.

"The names Meliodas! I'm the owner of this tavern!" he said grinning proudly. Owner? How old is he? He walked away before I could ask any other questions. With a shrug I brought the first bite of food to my mouth. It took my tastebuds a few seconds to register the disaster that was assaulting them. It was like he took all the bad seasonings and quadrupled what the recipe called for while taking the good ones completely out. I forced myself to swallow the mess.

He was nice enough to cook for you so you have to finish it. I kept repeating that over and over as I tried to avoid having the food in my mouth any longer than possible. Every bite was quickly washed down with the ale. How could anyone ever cook something so bad?

"Wow I've never seen anyone actually finish their plate. Want seconds?" He asked coming back to stare at the empty plate that I somehow managed to finish. I quickly refused a second plate and thanked him for the food. This guy was really weird.

"You know I'm thinking of closing the tavern up early today. We can go back to your… thing and see if we can find you a way home if your feeling up to it." he said getting the order ready for the rowdy table. My eyes lit up at the idea of going back home. Maybe he knows something I don't.

"Sounds great!" I said immediately excited about getting ready to go home. Looking around the three groups of men in the bar I started to feel bad that he was closing up. It was really early in the day judging by the light filtering in through the windows. If there were this many men here already then how many customers will he lose while he helps me try to get home?

"You know my leg is still a bit achy but I can deliver those drinks for you if you'd like? I feel that I should help out a bit since you've already helped out so much." I said beginning to stand. I once did a whole routine on a bad knee during Gymnastics so I'm sure that delivering a couple drinks wouldn't throw me off too bad.

The boy, Meliodas I reminded myself, looked at me for a moment before sliding the drink tray over to me.

"If you insist! I'll let the other patrons know we'll be closing in an hour or so." He said before wandering off, not telling me what drinks were whose. This should be fun.

I grabbed the drinks and made my way over to the table with the rowdy men. As I approached I heard them talking about some weird things. Things about Holy Knights and the Kingdom of Lionels. As if things couldn't get any weirder today.

I put on my biggest smile as I came to the side of the table and began putting drinks down in the middle of the table. Please don't ask me which is which. Please don't ask. Common pleasantries were exchanged as I held the now empty platter against my stomach.

"Is there anything else we can do for you?" I asked, still smiling, as I would waiting the tables back in The Den. The men gave me a smile and one dismissed me but as I was walking away I could hear them talking about how pretty I would be if I didn't look like I'd just taken on a fleet of Holy Knights.

Should I be insulted?

I saw Meliodas talking to a few customers as I sat down at the bar again. I began to try and take inventory of what I know. I know that I was in an accident. I know that Meliodas brought me back to his bar. Meliodas looks like he's 12, he can't cook, he owns a bar, and he's willing to help me try and get back home. He also doesn't know what or where the US is. I know that I'm concussed, that this all may be a crazy dream I'm having while in a coma. I know that my knee is going to be in pretty rough shape for a long time, and that's assuming I can get to a Hospital and get proper treatment. I know that the trucks totaled for sure and that if I have to use it get get back home I'm screwed. I also know that there a talking pig. I feel like that's a pretty big sign that there's something very wrong.

I sat there for a while sipping on the ale in front of me, working through everything, while Meliodas took care of his customers. I began to hope that my phone and everything in the truck hasn't been ransacked while I was out. How long was I out for anyway? Groaning I put my head onto the bar. This was definitely not my day.

In between customers Meliodas began coming up to me and asking me about my life. Things like who my parents were, what they did, what I did, if I had siblings, about trucks, about where I was from was like, things I liked. I tried to ask him about himself but most of the time he would just shrug and give me short answers. I felt a bit unnerved that he wouldn't tell me too much about him but at the same time I got it. Judging by how I looked in the mirror this morning I wouldn't want to talk to me either.

I sat at the bar for a while, helping Meliodas refill drinks and cleaning up after the customers who left. He must've taken notice on what I was doing but didn't say anything as he continued his own duties. It wasn't too much later that all the men filtered out and soon enough it was just Meliodas and myself left in the bar.

He thanked me for helping out and asked if I was ready to go to my 'thing', while looking down at my leg. I knew that there was no way he hadn't seen me limping around the bar.

"I'm fine. Swear! It's been worse before." I assured him as I bent it for show. It hurt like all hell, but it really didn't hurt like it did the first time it happened. I could tell that he didn't believe me, but he let it go as we headed towards the door.

Man I was so ready to go home.