“Are you kiddin’, those three are bloody famous for the shit they get up to. In fact, they have never lost a bounty and claimed coin for every one. They are about three harrowing stories away from reaching legendary status,” she informed me making me agree,
“Oh, I can believe it,” I said because just thinking back to the way they had torn that Spider Queen apart and saved me that day, I would have said they hit legendary level with that one alone.
“Anyway, this was the first time I had seen them, not long having my shop open, before me it was a fucking florist, can you believe it? Some stupid pixie thinking she could actually sell flowers in that shit stain of a town. Anyway, after that lasted all of five minutes before making her broke, I bought the place for a steal.” I chuckled as I could literally see it being played out for myself. A naïve, blue haired Nero turning up with nothing but a bag and a mind full of hope at starting her new life, even if like she said, it was in some shit old town.
“Thank the Gods romance is dead in Hell, eh?” I said making her laugh in response to the flower shop dying a wilting death.
“Yeah, well that may be true but there were enough bloody females ready to lay down a pathway of rose petals to get one of the McBains into bed, man sluts every one of them.” This only half surprised me.
“What even Gryph?” I asked shocked, because, yeah I could totally see it from the other two.
“Especially Gryph…hello, have you seen those muscles? Besides it’s all about hot Vikings nowadays, and as long as he keeps his Scottish mouth shut, then they would be all over that Viking man candy.” I laughed at this not exactly picturing it, even though, yeah it had to be said, all three of them were hot enough to burn down parts of Hell and that’s without it coming from a fire breathing Wyvern.
“So, where was I…oh yeah, so there I was stood at the bar waiting for the barman to finish his order and not gonna lie, I was enjoying the view from my spot when suddenly I felt a flunkin hit my foot.”
“What’s a flunkin?” I asked getting her off track.
“It’s used in a pub game called Aimitin.”
“That’s a weird name for a pub game…oh, I get it, Aim. It. In.”
“And there it is…anyway a flunkin is a spiked ball that you throw at a target to gain points, a bit like Earth’s dartboard only square but there’s a hole in the middle that’s only just big enough for the ball,” she explained making it easy to picture.
“What happens if you get it in the middle?” I asked truly interested to know.
“Then you automatically win the game, despite how many points your opponent has accumulated.”
“Okay, so that sounds easy enough…so you were saying one hit your foot?” I said, steering her back now the importance of a flunkin and Aimitin were fully explained.
“Yeah it did, but not before first hitting Kellen, a big pissed off bastard who is known as a Mephistopheles.” This was a name I hadn’t heard before so naturally had to ask her what one was.
“Just think of your worst nightmare and then the guy who is your nightmare’s worst nightmare and you get the picture, but if not then think a winged demon with tusks protruding out of his cheeks, with his skin stitched together with the skin of his victims like some patchwork quilt your grandma would make…that was if your grandma was a murdering psychopath that was Godmother to Ted Bundy and Hannibal Lector’s love child.” I winced and said,
“Geez, okay, okay getting the picture, the guy is ugly and in a ‘I ate the ugly stick for breakfast’ kind of way.”
“Yeah, after first beating other people to death with it and making a coat out of them…anyway, the flunkin bounced off Kellen, before rolling into my foot. Meaning that when I picked it up, I was left holding the bloody thing when Kellen turned around and saw the cause of his now bloody face held in my hand,” she said making my eyes grow wide before whispering,
“Oh shit.”
“Yeah, oh shit indeed,” she agreed with a shake of her head as if she were seeing it all play out in front of her.