#firga

Fan Art of @faulerro‘s Cavegirl, Firga! A long-overdue piece as he's drawn me (and plenty others) such a generous amount of gift art over the past year!

People are people. Not things you can pester for your enjoyment. I swear, some people don't understand this. Let me tell y'all about the time in this diner in Firga.

So, it was about four or five days since I had arrived in Figra and the old man I was working for had paid me well for my heavy lifting that day. So I decided for Moon to come join me to get something to eat that wasn't fish. Don't get me wrong, I like fish, but not everyday fish.

So, I walked towards the middle of town, that's where most of the shops and restaurants were. The road beneath my feet had small ecthings of the waves and some fish in a bright blue color. The townspeople seemed content with everything. The only bickering I heard was customers trying to negotiate prices with the clerk. Most of the people who lived here had sun kissed skin and dark hair colors. The sea breeze was wafting into town and the salty air was calling somehow. It's peaceful.

So, I'm walking into the this medium sized dinner and looked at the interior. The wood was a deep rich brown and on the walls were pictures of the sea and there was a whole wall for kid's drawings. It was really cute. As I walked into the tabled area, I noticed there was a bar at the far left side of the building. Surprisingly, there were already three men sitting at the bar. I paid no mind to it though, sometimes you just have to wallow in your our sorrows.

I found a booth near the middle, facing towards the bar. The booth was cushioned and was comfy. I set Moon on the floor, leaning against my left leg. I started looking over the menu that was on the slightly sticky table. I skipped the seafood section of the menu and looked over the burger selections. I heard footsteps coming towards me, I assumed that it was the waitress/waiter to come and take my order.

"Can I have a couple more minutes to look over the menu?"

"Sweetheart, you can have all my time." A gruff voice replied.

Well, that's not what I expected. I finally look up from my menu and see one of the men from the bar sitting on the of side of the booth. His dark brown hair was ruffled and he had the startings of a beard. His shirt was stained of beer and reeked of it as well. As if he bathed in alcohol. His bright hazel eyes were tired looking and looking me up and down. The man looked like he was in his late 30's.

"Can I help you?" I asked, eyeing the man in front of me.

"Yeah, you can keep me company all night later." He smiled as his eyes slowly eating up my image.

"No. Now, go away. I'm trying to enjoy my lunch." I went back to looking at my menu, trying to ignore the unwanted company at my booth.

"Hey, now. Don't be like that. I'm real good company." I could hear him shift in the booth and feel his arm trying to grab my hand.

I pulled my body away, shooting him a glare. "I told you no. Now go away." My voice was much harsher then it was before. I was seriously getting annoyed with this man's persistence. I watched him as he got up and stood over me, blocking me in the booth. I turned to face him. The stench of alcohol burned my nose as he leaned in close to me. I felt something sharp poking my stomach. I glanced down and saw what looked like a small knife or something like that.

"Come on, darling. We don't want this to end badly. Hell, I'll even buy you your food." His free hand went to touch my cheek. I slapped him hand away and looked at him viciously, before speaking.

"I said. Go away. Now move before I make you." My words hung in the air. While the man began to chuckle to himself, he didn't realize I was reaching for Moon. Now that I think about, I am surprised that Moon has stayed quiet all this time.

"Oh yeah? And what's a pretty doll like you gonna do? Scream?" He laughed in my face.

I snapped. I've had it. I head butted the drunker, causing him to step back and holding his face. I quickly got up from the booth and I swiftly kicked him in the groin with no mercy. A man like this should never have children anyway. He yelped in pain and fell to the floor, clutching his crotch. By now, all the customers and waiters and waitresses had stopped and was looking over toward my direction. I exhaled and sit back down at the booth. This man was not going to ruin my meal.

Finally everyone turns back to their meals or jobs, ignoring the man. The man, after a few minutes on the floor got up and quickly fled the diner. I heard some chuckling from beside me, as I bring Moon up above the table, letting her lean against the wall.

"What are you laughing about?" I whisper to Moon.

"This reminds me of what your mother once said."

I thought back to that time when my dad was warning me of boys who wouldn't listen. Then Mama coming out with some drinks and calmly stating that I should kick them in the balls and continue on until they left me alone. I began to chuckle softly to myself.

"Excuse me, ma'am are you ready to order? What would you like to drink?" A soft and gentle male voice took me out of memory lane.

"Oh, sorry. Yes, I'll take a lemonade and I think I'll have a double bacon burger, with no onions." I smiled up at the young waiter.

"No problem, I'll get the put in for ya. And thank you for taking care of that guy. Most everyone else in this diner don't have the guts like you. He's been harassing anyone who looks pretty to him. Man or woman. Most of the time we'd have the police come in, but I don't think he'll come back anytime soon." The waiter joked and smiled. "If you want, dessert is on the house. My treat."

I blinked, astounded upon hearing this teenager telling me about this disgusting man.

"I'm glad I could help, but someone needs to really put him in his place. Sure, I drove him off today, but what if he starts harassing someone else and I'm not here? I don't intend on being in this town very longer. Maybe you can hire a security guy to just watch over the customers." I suggested as I handed the waiter my menu.

"Well, maybe. But that's up to the manager."

"Have people sign a petition stating they won't return until this is a safer place, free of creeps like that guy." I quickly added.

"Yeah, that would help a lot. Thanks for the ideas, Ms..?"

"Call me Aurora."

So, that is my story, but I know not everyone has that same outcome. So to those who have suffered injustices as such this, please spread your stories. Make your voices heard and someone or something will come and hopefully relieve some of this pain.

And to those who are the harassers, 'nice guys', or anyone else who thinks pestering people to coming with you, having a date, or anything else. You are horrible people and you seriously need to either seek help, or look back on your life. That's not healthy. It's not right. We are all people. Not your possessions, play things, or just something to pass your time. We have feelings and rights to be happy and reject your advances.

Firga the Cave Girl