Fuck this, Fuck you

I couldn't decide if this was a cult gathering or honestly just some good Larping, though to be fair is there really a difference sometimes. There was a wide range of peasant type people dressed in tattered ragged pants and shirts, some leading animals and even some packing up what seemed like tools, it was a lot to take in. People appeared wary of me, or maybe just curious because it seemed like everyone and their grandma had their eyes on me.

Unfortunately not really having a better plan I just headed towards the biggest building which was bustling with noise and what appeared to be laughter. Glancing at the setting sun I put two and two together that the people I saw earlier were probably finishing up their work to head here. Assuming this was a bar of sorts I got a little excited, being 18 I'd never even set foot in one but honestly I was more scared to get called out and kicked out more than anything. I couldn't ever grow facial hair and in my current attire it's not like I could pull the old fake it till I make it approach. Not having any better ideas come to fruition I puffed my chest a little and confidently strolled in and holy fuck was that a mistake. Expecting more resistance I put some effort into pushing the door open than usual but it just swung and slammed into the side of the wall and instantly everyone inside shot their gazes over to me quicker than a Wild West duel. I was trying to not freak out while taking in my surroundings but everything only seemed to get more and more unnerving. Attempting abysmally to ignore the daggers being mentally thrown my way it seemed as if everyone in this place was dressed similarly to the ones outside, cheap, tattered, and frankly clothes that would've been considered old-school during the American revolution. After what seemed like and eternity people became uninterested and went back to their drinks and gossiping but I could tell some would still steal a peak now and again. Trying to shrug it off I moved forward as awkwardly and successfully as Prom night. I was woefully shuffling and squeezing my way into an open corner away from the crowd when suddenly a large, and holy fuck so I mean large, man planted himself in front of me and bellowed "Oi did your mummy get so lonely she fucked a ghost of sorts?" Confused as to where exactly he was going with that, my ears instantly exploded as everyone nearby started roaring with laughter, some spitting out their drinks, unable to contain their laughs. "What the hell are you trying to say Porky?" I instantly shot back, I wasn't even entirely what he meant but the jeers surrounding me was making my body seethe with anger. Honestly I was so worn out and confused that anything and everything was capable of pissing me off. "Oh hooo, the youngin doesn't look a day over 15 yet he dares to speak to me, Mango this way! Is there a hero nearby who could rescue this damsel?" Whatever thin film of decency that held them back was instantly shattered as many a men fell out of their chairs bursting with laughter. Face burning and promptly defeated with a jaw clenched so tight I felt like I had swallowed concrete. I wanted nothing more than to sprint out and get the fuck out of this shitty little hovel. "Fuck this and fuck you too!" But just as I managed to turn around these hands the size of dinner plates grabbed my shoulders and spun me back around with such force I felt like I just survived a car crash. "Now now kid relax, you've got spunk I'll give you that. C'mon the next beers on me!" Seeing little in the ways of options (I'm sensing a pattern) I followed behind the iron giant supposedly named Mango over to a bench in the corner away from the crowds. He sat me down gently this time and motioned for some drinks from the waitress, wench? Fuck if I know, but then the atmosphere turned somewhat tense as I suddenly found Mangos face uncomfortably close to mine. "So who the fuck are you?"