There's a good crowd at the Drunken Junker tonight. The sound of laughter, the smell of sweat, oil, smoke.. a strong air of camaraderie. It feels like home. Alycia's tending bar.. must be Alfred's night off. Easing through the crowd I work my way up to the polished oak bar. Leaning over I say just loud enough to be heard.. "I'll have my usual darlin".
Smiling politely she looks up to put a face to the request.. a moment of confusion, then recognition.. elation... 'Tyber! Oh my god Tyber!' ... elation gives way to anger... 'Where the frack have you been! You've had us worried sick.. Disappearing without so much as a word!'
"I'm sorry. I had some unexpected business... I had no idea I'd be gone so long... I missed y'all something fierce".
Calming noticeably she takes a deep breath.. 'Well, it's good to have you home. Really good. We've missed you too.' Noticing the slumped shoulders, dark circles under the eyes, and the look of downright weariness she smiles warmly. 'There'll be time to talk about it later. You look in dire need o' some rest. I'll bet some warm food and a soft bed'll do you wonders.'
Thankful for the understanding I reach across and take her hand. "It's so good to be home!" Turning to leave I pause, "Do me a favor darlin and let the fellas know I'm back."
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