Raise a glass

For once in his sad little life, Jesper had decided not to spend the evening in a gambling hall, but a tavern instead. Mostly because he had a few coins left, and that wouldn’t get him anywhere in a game. It could however, buy him a glass of cheap rum. And he was sipping at it as he watched the room. Jesper would like to think he might be able to spot something interesting happening, is fingers were aching for a fight, but so far the night had been quiet. He had to tell himself that was probably a good thing.

Jesper watched the doors of the tavern open as he took another sip from his drink, tilting his head slightly at the figure who came in. He recognized his face, but didn’t quite remember where from. “I know you, don’t I?” he wondered out loud once the stranger was within earshot. Maybe he was foolish for getting the guys attention, considering there were a number of people looking for him, but he had the feeling that this wasn’t one of his creditors. And frankly, he need a good conversation.