CHAPTER THRITY-SEVEN - I'm a coward but I'm also still alive 

CHAPTER THRITY-SEVEN - I'm a coward but I'm also still alive 

The gathering was not, like you'd think, at the Ducal Estate, but instead at the good ol' seedy pub. 

And the gathering was not, like you'd think, hosted by me. No, I was perched on one of the wooden beams near the roof, watching and trying not to yawn. The pub was filled with random stains and mud, and a grand collection of old battles was on shelves behind the cashier. Luckily, there were so many brown hues that I sort of blended into the roof. 

Unluckily, there was no one else there, since the gangster had yet to show up and were fashionably late. The plan, in fact, was for them to wipe eachother out with mal damage, and then I'd casually use the blank check from Duke Feet not to plan a gathering, but to pay for damages. Yeah. It's probably not going to work, but we'll find out. I watched, eyes narrowed, as the first person came in. I was now a frozen statue, my fingers gripping the wood. 

The first person sat down and lit a cigarette. The second person sat down next to them and tried to start a conversation, but the first flicked out a pocket knife and pointed it at the second, who took out a dagger. The first wave of pandemonium erupted, and as the third and fourth entered, they ducked under bottles thrown by the first and second. Then they joined the fight as the fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth entered, looking weirdly like pirates, and instantly joined the fight with swashbucklers and pistols. I covered my ears as the ninth, tenth, and eleventh joined to wrestle the pistols out of the hands of the eighth and sixth. 

Finally, the twelfth arrived alone and grabbed a chair to break it over the heads of first and second. Thirteenth walked in, barrelled into twelfth, who accidentally broke the chair over the head of thirteenth. Fourteenth arrived to now grab the other pieces of furniture as well, and fifteen through eighteen were now freely slamming furniture on the walls. Nineteen through twenty started a full on wrestling match with one through six, and twenty through twenty-five joined the wrestling with gusto. By now, I could count blackeyes, bruises, and cuts. 

Finally, twenty-six through thirty grabbed floorboards and broken pieces of furniture to use the sharp edges of broken planks to brutally stab others. 

Soon, I was the only one still standing.