New Friends (Jack Lexington/open)
Mar 24, 2013 0:42:08 GMT -5
Post by Verbal, Lord of The Dreadfort on Mar 24, 2013 0:42:08 GMT -5
The work day was over, and some of the boys had invited me to come out drinking without them. Now, drinking wasn't something I partook in under normal circumstances, but these weren't normal circumstances. Spring had come, the planting season had just started, and figured we all deserved a drink for the long months of work ahead.
Funny enough, the winter seemed to be the only time we had off, but it was miserable most of the time so it hardly mattered. The warmer seasons were a lot nicer, but there was a lot of toil to be done so we all got a bit distracted. But if one was smart, you could always find a way to amuse yourself.
Our rowdy group of workers entered the empty bar at the same time everyone else got off work and did so as well. The government did everything they could to encourage drinking, as it was a good way of controlling the population, keeping them somewhat complacent, keeping their minds off the abject misery and poverty of their day to day lives and struggles.
"Barkeep, beer!" I yelled energetically, fully prepared to have a decent day of fun before tomorrow morning came and we all went back to the fields and orchards. Couldn't drink to much though, as a hangover in the bright midday sun, out in the fields with the songbirds singing, now that was torture the Capitol just couldn't seem to emulate...
Funny enough, the winter seemed to be the only time we had off, but it was miserable most of the time so it hardly mattered. The warmer seasons were a lot nicer, but there was a lot of toil to be done so we all got a bit distracted. But if one was smart, you could always find a way to amuse yourself.
Our rowdy group of workers entered the empty bar at the same time everyone else got off work and did so as well. The government did everything they could to encourage drinking, as it was a good way of controlling the population, keeping them somewhat complacent, keeping their minds off the abject misery and poverty of their day to day lives and struggles.
"Barkeep, beer!" I yelled energetically, fully prepared to have a decent day of fun before tomorrow morning came and we all went back to the fields and orchards. Couldn't drink to much though, as a hangover in the bright midday sun, out in the fields with the songbirds singing, now that was torture the Capitol just couldn't seem to emulate...
