If it were possible for a bird to look like it was judging, and finding the subject of the judgement lacking, this one was. Without any fear of the crowded tavern it fluttered down to land at the hidden corner table where the man it had been looking high and low for sat huddled.
It stood up to its rather unimposing height and made eye contact with the man there. Where the man looked like he had never seen a bath in his life, the bird was glossy and sleek, and it stared into the dull green eyes of the man. Then, still holding eye contact, Theo walked across the table, pecked sharply at his dearest friend's hand, and then dumped the tot of rum onto the floor.
'I can't believe you.'
The drunken man had stuffed himself in a corner, huddled and filthy, hair long and matted, and had just taken a swig of the warm , watered down rum. But he hadn't money left so the Tender , taking pity on him, had 'refilled' his recent glass. Still, it was better than nothing, and if he was sober enough to still remember what he had done, then he was not drunk enough.
Though, upon setting his drink down, those dull inebriated eyes fixed upon a black crow that was now perched upon the table, looking right at him. Â Of course, he merely assumed this was a hallucination, that he had drunk enough to see things that werent there. " You know, most men see pink elephan's when they've 'ad too much, I see birds.. " he bitterly half slurs.
"Ow!" Only for said bird to peck at his hand, causing him to drop what he had left, as the fae squawked at him in plain english. " Now look what you've done!" He snaps in an aggressive, angry tone. Â " I 'aven't coin for another!" he seemed anguished over that fact too. Bending down to collect the mug , maybe there was a little left?
