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Fantasy Just a Couple of Bros

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It was a rainy day, and John was looking for shelter. He knew that being outside when it gets dark wasn't a good idea, especially not in this part of the land. In the distance, he saw a faint light accompanied by the sounds of laughing men and soft music. He ran towards the tavern, slipping a couple of times, getting the rags he called clothes filled with mud and soaking wet. He got to the door in under a minute.
He stepped through the door,wiping the water from his eyes, and looking around. Immediately a warm gust of wind hit his face, coming from the nearby fire. The tavern fell silent for a couple of moment, the occupants studying the homeless looking young man, and the worn-out rake in his hand. He didn't have a belt to put it in, so he just carried it around everywhere. He walked over to the bar, leaving muddy footprints behind and getting dirty looks from the owner. He ignored said looks and dropped two copper coins onto the counter top, pointing at the cask of ale behind the bartender who obliged and handed him back a full mug of the drink a few moments later. He removed his soaking straw hat and placed it next to him, taking a long sip of the ale. It has been days ago when he last felt the heat of a fire, and it felt like heaven on earth. He took a moment to enjoy himself...
 
It had been raining all day, and showed no signs of stopping. The rain made it a horrible day to be outside, not that many were. Most of the people in this town were either cooped up at home, or having a drink in the local tavern. Which is exactly what Hayden had been doing for the better part of the day. It was warm inside, with good food and good company. He had been sharing stories with the townsfolk, some true, some not. It was all in good fun.
He had been working on his fifth(?) drink of the night and telling an elaborate story about an orc when the door opened. It was nothing new, people come and go at they please. The difference this time was that a hush fell upon them all as a stranger walked in. This stranger looked soaked, and possibly homeless. Like he could do for a good drink and a warm meal. Hayden stood up, a little wobbly from the amount he's been consuming, and walked over the the bar.
"Make that two." He demanded, slamming a couple coppers on the counter before taking a seat beside the new man.
"You look like you could use a few of them!" He said, giving the guy a grin. The grin faded a little and he leaned in a little closer. "Wait a minute...." he muttered, narrowing his eyes, "do I know you?"
 
John looked to his side. The youngish man sitting next to him seemed a little. familiar, but he wasn't sure what it was about him that gave him that feeling. "I can't turn down an offer like that!" He replied, taking a short sip of his ale. The man was obviously drunk. But John wasn't above scamming a drunkard to get himself a few more drinks on this cold rainy evening.
The man narrowed his eyes, and asked John if they had met before. This confirmed John's suspicions. Parhaps this was a man he had robbed? He layer his hand on his trusty rake, not visibally. And tried to keep his reaction calm. The dim lighting of the room made it difficult to make out this "stranger's" face. "I don't think so..." he replied nervously, hoping that the man was too drunk to start an altercation.
 
Hayden leaned back and laughed, "relax, man." He said, giving the other man a friendly 'pat' on the back with a little too much force. "Unless you want to fight about it." Hayden almost seemed excited about the thought, a grin plastered on his face. The subject about possibly knowing eachother wasn't completely dropped, but he decided to move on for now. "What's with the rake?" He asked, noticing for the weapon for the first time. It seemed like a ridiculous thing to carry around, but whatever works for him. The question seemed almost like deja-vu, like he had asked it before. It was hard to say, his head was too fuzzy from the drink. Hayden flagged the bartender for another drink, then practically chugged it when it was placed in front of him.
 
John forced himself to relax a bit. He started to think that maybe he was wrong, maybe they didn't know each other after all. He he leaned back a bit and took a long sip of his ale. "What's with the rake?" The words hit him like a ton of bricks. He almost choked on his drink. The worn out rake was on the counter top in front of him, not hidden in any way. But the man noticing wasn't what surprising. It was the fact that he had heard these exact words before, coming from the same man. It was obvious that they had met before, but he couldn't remember when or why. To be honest, the last few years kind of blended together in his head. "It's just a thing I carry around, just until I have enough coins for a proper sword." The words left his mouth almost instinctively. In truth, he had given up on getting a sword years ago, and the rake was much more a sentimental item than a weapon at this point, but now he knew that he knew this man from way back, he started piecing things together. He took another long sip of the ale, finishing it. He then flagged the bartender for another, and placed two more copper coins on the counter.
 

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