This next piece focuses more on Evane as a character, sort of developing who he is through a small scene. One of my three main storylines, this world utilizes more minimalist development and "reading between the lines." If you like what happens here, please post!}
"Blech, this stuff tastes terrible," Evane said, putting down the mug and throwing it across the bar. It slid across the table and landed on the floor on the opposite end of the bar. The surprised patrons shouted across the room as the foul smelling liquid landed on the floor. Evane reached into his pocket to pull out a cigarette and found...nothing.
"Damn," he whispered under his breath. Looking up to see if he could bum one of those tasteless penny cigs for a quick fix, Evane's gazed went directly into the eyes of a very large man who seemed to be a little upset by the whole beer-in-lap situation Evane had just caused.
"You owe me fer deez pants, bub," the patron said, putting one of his massive, hairy arms on Evane's shoulder and pointing with the other one down to a pair of jeans that must have cost him all of ten cents. Evane followed the man's finger down to inspect the pair of jeans and the man's head turned downward expectantly. At exactly that moment, Evane's fist connected with his very large jaw.
Stumbling back and into some other patrons, the large man shouted surprise as those behind him pushed him forward, right into Evane's extended foot. The impact took the wind out of him and he doubled over. With a quick jump, Evane sat directly on the back of his assailant's head, forcing him to the floor, face first. With a quick smile, the mercernary noticed that his temporary seat cushion dropped a pack of Rothman cigarettes from his pocket. Picking them up as he stood, Evane turned to leave and waved his hands.
"Next time I'm in this system, bub."
"Damn," he whispered under his breath. Looking up to see if he could bum one of those tasteless penny cigs for a quick fix, Evane's gazed went directly into the eyes of a very large man who seemed to be a little upset by the whole beer-in-lap situation Evane had just caused.
"You owe me fer deez pants, bub," the patron said, putting one of his massive, hairy arms on Evane's shoulder and pointing with the other one down to a pair of jeans that must have cost him all of ten cents. Evane followed the man's finger down to inspect the pair of jeans and the man's head turned downward expectantly. At exactly that moment, Evane's fist connected with his very large jaw.
Stumbling back and into some other patrons, the large man shouted surprise as those behind him pushed him forward, right into Evane's extended foot. The impact took the wind out of him and he doubled over. With a quick jump, Evane sat directly on the back of his assailant's head, forcing him to the floor, face first. With a quick smile, the mercernary noticed that his temporary seat cushion dropped a pack of Rothman cigarettes from his pocket. Picking them up as he stood, Evane turned to leave and waved his hands.
"Next time I'm in this system, bub."
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