Random story ideas I have and I will write them here

One last time

As Evelyne leaves; she wishes he would run down to comfort her- take her in his arms and cuddle her, apologising and begging forgiveness... but that never came... just silence.

She heads into the city and looks around at the streets. The city was bustling with people, all going about their daily lives.  As she wove through the streets, making her way to a nearby tavern that she had visited with Corvus in the past.

The sound of music and chatter filled the air as she entered the tavern.  The smell of ale and food wafted over, making her stomach growl with hunger.  But it was also a reminder of the meals you had shared with Corvus in this very place.

She drops her bag to the floor and sat in a bar stool "one of your strongest..."

The bartender took one look at her sad expression and knew something was wrong.  He had seen plenty of people come into his tavern seeking comfort in alcohol, and she were no different

Without a word, he poured a glass of strong liquor and set it in front of Evelyn.  "That'll be two gold pieces," he said, his voice low and sympathetic.

She hands over ten gold and drinks it down.

The bartender's eyebrows raised in surprise at the amount of gold she handed him.  Ten gold pieces was more than most people would spend on drinks in a night, let alone one person.

He poured another glass of the strong liquor without hesitation, and placed it   "You alright, love?"  He asked, his tone gentle.

Evelyn nods and continued drinking.

The bartender watched as she downed the glasses of liquor, one after Another.  He could tell that she was trying to numb herself, to forget something, or maybe someone.

As he poured another glass, he couldn't help but ask.

"What's got you so down, sweetheart?"

"Lost love... I feel worthless" Evelyn whispers softly, wiping away a tear.

The bartender's heart ached as she spoke those words.  He could see the pain and heartache in her eyes, the way her body was slumped on the barstool as if she were carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.

He poured you another glass, though he hesitated for a moment, worried about how much she was drinking.

"You're not worthless, love," he said softly.  "You're worth more than you know."

She lets out a soft scoff "doesn't feel like it..."

The bartender watched her drink, his heart aching for every time she knocked back a glass of liquor.

He wanted to ask more, to try and understand what Evelyn was going through.  But he could tell that she was in no state to talk, not right now anyway.

For now, he just kept pouring drinks, silently hoping that they would bring some comfort...or oblivion.

After hours had passed Evelyn had bought 20 gold worth of alchol that night. After a while she managed to get up giggling and hiccuping, talking and laughing with the men of the tavern.

The men of the tavern were drawn to her, to her pretty face and  lively demeanor.  She was laughing and talking with them as if she didn't have a care in the world.

They were buying drinks, listening to her stories, and laughing with every time she hiccuped.

Evelyn had completely immersed herself in the alcohol, using it to numb the pain and heartbreak she was feeling.

Whether it was the alchol or not, this is the most love she had felt in a while, unfortunately by a bunch of gross drunk men.

The men were drunk and loud, their laughter echoing through the tavern.  They were flirting with and complimenting, making lewd comments.