A Late Night and Some Intriguing Patrons
Keyniestus rushed through Silvermoon, hurriedly tidying his hair and tucking in his shirt. The sun had already set quite some time ago. He found himself in front of Wayfarerâs, a small crowd already gathered outside. âOh gods.âÂ
He dodged his way through the crowd of late night drinkers and into the doorway. The bar was busier than he usually saw on a Sunday night. He made his way behind the bar, finding an unknown Sinâ dorei serving drinks. He quickly grabbed his tabard from beneath the counter and pulled it over his head.Â
âSo sorry Iâm late!â He looked to the elf. âHavenât seen you here before.â
The Sinâ dorei gives Key a small nod and smile. âNo worries. I just hopped behind the bar to serve drinks. Seemed to be getting quite busy.â
âOh, yes. Well, many thanks for the help. Youâre welcome to stay if youâd like.â Key continues brushing his disheveled hair back.
âOh, of course. I may stay for a bit to help out.â
Keyniestus gave a small sigh of relief to himself as he looked around the busy bar. âMuch appreciated.â He looked around the counter, littered with empty glasses, and began cleaning them up. He then walked down the length of the bar, checking in with the patrons.
The bar had died down substantially at this point, only a few tired patrons left at the counter. Keyniestus pulled a towel out, wiping down the bar, breathing a bit of a sigh of relief after quite a long night.
He tucks the last of the remaining empty glasses into a bin beneath the counter. Upon standing up, he watched an elven woman saunter in, slurring her word as she approached the counter.
âBarkeep! Give me your strongest!â She attempted to give a wink. âAnd how much for you?â
Keyniestus shook his head as he set down a shot glass, pouring out a vodka shot. âLet me know how that treats you.â
The woman took the shot, almost falling into the counter. âIâd like you to treat me.â
Key smiled, a bit uncomfortably. âLet me know if I can get you anything else.â
He made his way back down to the end of the bar.Â
After some time, a heavily armored man made his way into Wayfarerâs, taking up a spot in the corner of the bar. Key made his way over. âEvening. Anything I can get for you?â
The man looked up. âOh, something strong and savory, if youâve got it.â
Key nodded. âI think I can do that.â He rummaged around the shelves for a moment and pulled out a bottle of tequila from the back. He set it down on the counter and set a margarita glass down next to it. He mixed the tequila together with some lime juice, red pepper juice, and honey before pouring into the glass. âLet me know what you think of that.â He said as he slid the glass over to the man.
The man removed his helm, revealing a flowing mane of blonde hair before taking the glass. âAbsolutely.â He took a sip. âI will be coming to you for more of these, no doubt.â He said with a small smile.
As the evening carried on, the Sinâ dorei woman continuing to make advances at Key, then slowly looping the blonde warrior at the end of the bar in as well. Key began engaging the warrior in a conversation filled with much blushing and chuckling. After sometime, the plastered elf stumbled down the bar and took up the stool next to the warrior. âWhat do you say you and I go upstairs?â
âI...Ummm...I donât....â The warriorâs face grew red as he looked down at his hands. âI donât think...I donât think I am your type.â
Key watched the interaction, furrowing his brow.
âOh, come on. You canât know until you try.â She pulled her elbows up on the counter and cradled her face in her hands, blinking with wide eyes at the man.
âI-Umm.â He began nervously playing with the sketchbook in his hands.
Keyniestus sighed heavily and tossed his towel down on the counter, glaring at the woman now.
âAlright. Iâve put up with enough tonight. Youâre just bothering other patrons at this point.â
The woman looked over to Key and blinked her eyes innocently. âMe?â She looked over to the warrior. âAm I bothering you?â
The warriorâs face grew an even deeper shade of red. He said nothing, his eyes looking further into his lap.
âI think itâs best you return back down there to your friend.â Keyniestus nodded towards the opposite end of the bar.
The woman scoffed as she got up, steadying herself on the bar, and returned to her seat at the end. She plopped down and looked back to her friend. âBartender hates me. Probably going to spit in my drinks now.â
Key shakes his head and looks back to the warrior. âI apologize for that.â
The warrior gives a faint smile. âItâs quite alright. Not your fault.â
Time passed as Keyniestus and the warrior got more invested in conversation. He was now showing Key his many sketches of landscapes and buildings.Â
âA traveller, eh?â Key said, with a smile.
âI am, of sorts. Make my way around.â The warrior blushed.
âWhatâs your favorite place youâve been?â
The tauren taking up the security post for the night suddenly approached the bar. âMay want to close up early tonight.â
Key looked up, brow furrowed. âWhat do you mean?â
The tauren nodded his head over to the entrance, where a group had gathered, caught up in heated conversation. âThings look like they may get out of hand.â
Keyniestus frowned. He looked to the warrior. âGive me just a moment.â He made his way around the counter and over towards the group.