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Before the barkeep could answer Zea's question about whether or not they served apple cobbler, his attention was drawn to the stool next to her. Having been zoning out and dreaming of warm food, she got quite a shock as she turned around to see a rather eccentric (and terrifying) looking harlequin sitting behind her and ordering drinks, his voice slightly muffled as if he had something in his mouth. Ever since she was a little girl and her parents had taken her to a traveling fair, Zea had had a fear of clowns. At the fair, one of the jesters had kept on following her family around and even though it wasn't an all-out sinister motion it had creeped out Zea's mother, and seeing her react like that had given Zea the same unease. "U-u-uh, nevermind. Serve him f-first." she squeaked to the barkeep, sweating like a pig. To heck with it all, she thought, How can a booberry muffin be worse than sitting in here with this guy.
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(In quote marks because it was the beginning of my bonus round submission in the main thread)
Just as Zea was about to exit the bar, the door opened and a winged stranger walked in and made her way to the bar in a rather nondescript manner, as if she was uncomfortable being seen or keeping to the shadows had just become a habit after having to avoid other beings for so long. This brief interruption of Zea's thought process allowed her to think clearly, Was this idiotic clown seriously going to hurt her? He may look like something out of a horror movie but his manner seems harmless enough, if not a little unstable.
After taking a few deep breaths to calm herself, Zea slowly turned around and picked an empty table to sit at, somewhere in the corner of the room. It was only now that she really had a chance to take a look at her fellow bar-goers, and avoiding the section of the bar where the creepy clown was, she scanned the area. Sitting at a table not to far away was an elf and a blonde woman talking intimately, and a couple of tables away from them was a lonely old man clutching a chicken to his chest like it was his first-born, all in all it was a pretty diverse crowd.
Calmed down a little now, Zea fiddled with the zip of her jacket as she wistfully thought about the apple crumble she could be eating right now if it weren't for that stupid- Zea! Don't think about him! she mentally kicked herself, trying to avoid dwelling on the thought that she was in the same room as a clown. In shouting distance, no less!