“As have I, but I at least let people finish telling them first.” Poseidon smiled a bit as he leaned back in his chair, arms bracing his head as he acclimated his posture. “How about this then, why don’t we switch positions and you tell me a story that doesn’t bore me to tears…”
“Or better yet, why don’t you order another round and we drink to forget the stories we already know?”
She pursed her lips, thinking the challenge over in her head. To drink, or to tell stories. Drinking always won, but the blonde pretended to toy with they idea for a short bit. “Bartender, that bottle please.” She said, pointing to the blue labeled container across the bar.
“I choose drink.” She said, “I’m quite fond of drinking rather than telling old viking stories.”
