A Pre-birthday banquet (1)

The dimly lit tavern buzzed with the noise and laughter of commoners. Amidst the clinking of mugs and the murmur of slurred conversations, a group of particularly drunk men decided it was time to stumble out into the cold night after making payment. They swaggered unsteadily towards the door, their boisterous voices cutting through the thick fog that blanketed the narrow street outside.

"Aye, did you see the wench who served us earlier?" one of them slurred, his speech barely coherent. 

"Aye, I did," another chimed in. "She has an ass like ripe peaches." A lecherous grin spread across his flushed face as emphasized the size of a new server lady's bottom with his coarse hands. ''Round and firm.''

"Oh, I wouldn't mind gettin' a good squeeze of that," the third man said, his eyes glazing over with a drunken, lustful look.