Rainy’s POV
“Bron, last night, what was that all about with the big dog, and the ladies? I was too buzzed to remember everything. Was there a festival last night?” I ask Bron after Brad and his inquiring mind walk away and join Carnelian at her table.
She is rather slumped over. I wonder if she drinks like this every night. I guess she can afford to, at least.
“And what was in that drink? I got so buzzed! It was so yummy though. I loved it,” I add, making sure not to sound ungrateful.
Bron ties his apron to his slim waist so fast I don’t see him do it. It’s just, well, on. “Ahhhh, my darling, it was the purest virgin sacrifice of human blood spiced with honey, cloves, cinnamon, and anise.” He laughs jokingly and spins me around.
“Very funny, Bron. Very funny. What was with those angry birds? Is the place cursed? Are they trained? I mean, I have a way with animals. You’ve seen it. They don’t attack me, not ever. It was like I lost my...”