The Awaiting Throne

Chapter Two - Tormentors

Nastania’s POV

Recap

‘The tell-tale sound of the doorbell entered my ears, but I paid no mind to it since its normal for new guests and old customers to come in and out. While I was cleaning one of the many beer cups with a wet rag, a huge silhouette loomed over me, catching my attention

I looked up-

To Be Continued…’

I looked up-

“Hello, Nasty-ania! It's great to see you…” The sly smirk of Billy Fickle dimmed my mood as I looked him, our eyes connecting. “Ah, Billy it's great to see you as well! Glad to see that you are here to ruin your shitty livers with this poison.” I gestured towards the alcohol behind me, “What flavor of poison would you like today?” I said, smirking.

Billy glared at me, before eyeing me up-and-down “You look quite dirty today, were you on your knees again? And yes, I would love a pint of beer, if you would be so kind.” I moved away from him, grabbing a clean pint glass and some beer, this drunkard comes here so much, I practically remember his favorite beer and what he wore a week ago. I poured the beer to the brim, hoping to at least keep him away from me for at least an hour or two, I handed the full glass of beer to him, raising my eyebrows at him before he placed two bronze coins in front of me. “Well, I’m not sure if you have the brain capacity to notice but its quite windy today. And before you decide to open your big fat mouth, notice that your zippers open and you're growing a bald spot.” I winked at him, making him huff before walking away- probably to go bother someone else for today.

That went on for the rest of the day, me filling up cups with desired alcohols and watching people stumble over each other as they desperately tried to grasp the little bit of soberness they had left.

Before I knew it, my shift was over and the sun had finally set.

I was quite surprised that no one harassed me today, not trying to jinx myself for anything, it's just normal to get the catcalls and name-calling. When I took my first shift there, many men were surprised, women weren't allowed to work as the only use they had was ‘get married or have children’. It was very uncommon to see a woman- especially a woman of my age, working. 

I’m seventeen by the way...

So queue the catcalls and misogynistic comments by many different men, it only got worse until one unfortunate day, I snapped and took a good ole’ glass bottle of Carlo Merlot and swung it right up an unlucky customers head. Blood, shards of glass and Carlo Merlot was all of the walls and floors. I got two days in jail for that, not that I cared, I spent those days in jail with satisfaction in my heart. But at the end of the day, let's just say the catcalls died down.

I waited for Johnny, the guy who was taking the all-night shift, to get here so I can finally go home and rest my aching feet.

Right, as I hit the two-minute mark of waiting, I heard the sound of yelling and fist hitting flesh. I peck of the bar to see two average-sized men pounding their fists on each other, one had a beard and the other was clean-shaven. Seconds later the bearded one took a big hit and stumbled back into a group of watchers, spilling their beers on each other. That caused a chain reaction and started a bar brawl, chairs were flying everywhere, glasses were being thrown and broken. I dodged at the last second as I saw a pint glass coming my way, fortunately, I was able to dodge without getting hurt or scratched.

I sighed in anger, waiting to see if this brawl continues or if I have to bring out my sweet girl, Charlotte, my Remington 870. Seeing as the brawl isn’t stopping anytime soon, I grab Charlotte from a secret hatch inside the bar before hopping over the bar and pumping the shotgun, ejecting the old ammo and pushing the new ones in. I walk over towards the center of the brawl that was slowly starting to expand throughout the bar, I stop in front before yelling, “AYE!” they didn’t hear or chose not to, so I decided to yell again but louder, “I SAID AYE!” I grumbled as I watched them not pay the slightest attention to me. “Okay fine then, let's play it this way.” I raised the shotgun to the roof before pulling the trigger, a deafening sound echoed throughout the bar seizing all the fighting. I felt heated glares turn towards me as I laid the shotgun down in my hands, angling it up in a safe direction so it doesn't hit someone if it goes off.

I watched men grumble, before one of them spoke up, “Oh’ lass, put the shotgun down- ain’t no way ye gonna shoot someone with it.” raising his eyebrows at me, smiled smugly, making me shiver in disgust, teeth were missing and the one he did have were either black or yellow. The men around him agreed, still glaring.

I shook my head in amusement, before making my way towards him. The sound of my heeled boots echoed, my skirt waving as I stopped in front of him, his rancid breath almost making me want to puke.

I pulled the shotgun barrel to his chin, my finger on the trigger,

 “Wanna bet?”

To Be Continued…