04-12-2010, 02:49 AM
Gil watched a little stunned as the young Connie fixed his drink with amazing bar skills, the likes of which he had never seen in a long time. Nodding his thanks, slightly speechless, he tilted the glass to drain part of the contents. He sighed as the scotch warmed it's way down his throat to his stomach, leaving a slight burning on it's way. This was the way to warm up after being stuck out in the snow for the past hour or two.
Gil was a little unprepared when Melanie came back with a first aid kit.
"That really, isn't necess-" he began, protesting as the woman rubbed some salve on his face. He was slightly taken aback by the woman's forwardness and kindness. Most owners of taverns were hardly this friendly to strangers, even if they were the ones who broke up a bar fight.
"It's really okay, it wasn't much more than a graze." he remarked when she was finished, applying a small square patch to his face. His cheek, however, felt amazingly cool and free of pain. Gil smiled. "Thank-you," he said as he turned to look at Connie as well. The little girl was truly something sort of intriguing. Who was she?
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