World of Warcraft…. Blood Elves and Night Elves. See the two of them sitting in a bar shooting insults at each other as they hurl insults at one another.
The tavern that night was slow, business not moving as fast as the barkeep would have liked. The oil lamps flickered in various parts of the tavern as the door swung open from time to time. The tavern was nestled within the pirate city of Booty Bay. The smell of sea air would waft in from time to time as the front door was opened. The tavern owner stood at the bar, serving ale and harder liquor to his customers. The tavern was mainly occupied by humans and goblins, each drinking within their own race. In the corner, a small group of goblin and human merchants were negotiating over various goods which lay all over their table.
Sitting at a small table near the bar was a night elf. Because of his large size, the night elf was nestled on two seats. His long blue beard fell onto the table, running near his ale. Thol’s tangerine eyes glowed as he looked around the bar. He would enjoy a good Thunder Ale tonight and then head out for the next town tomorrow. This goblin city did not really interest him. He was only staying the night before continuing onwards. Thol brought his ale to his lips as he listened to the tavern door open. The feeling of disgust swept over him, as though someone had just covered him in a heap of waste. His eyes moved to the door as he saw a blood elf walk in. The blood elf’s ears were pointed up as his shoulder length blond hair fell messily around his face. The blood elf moved quickly towards the bar to order his drink, his robes sweeping across the tavern floor.
“I did not think they allowed animals inside of civilized places,” Thol said as he closed his eyes. The blood elf known as Arryn whirled around to face the night elf.
“But they did let you in,” Arryn said as he held the glass of hard alcohol in his free hand. “So I guess they do allow animals into civilized places.”
Thol harrumphed as he downed the rest of his ale. “You offend me, blood elf,” Thol said as his deep voice rumbled in hostility.
“Your reflection offends you, night elf,” Arryn said as he sat down at the same table as the night elf. “Come now… Let us just sit here and enjoy a drink together.” The night elf did not say anything as he looked at Arryn grudgingly. “We are both passing through this town…”
“I do not think that prostituting yourself out qualifies as merely passing through,” Thol said in a careless tone. The blood elf did not say anything to the night elf but raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
“Bar keep! A round of Junglewine Vine for me and my friend here,” Arryn commanded. The bar keep only nodded as he moved to obtain the alcohol. The night elf looked at his table mate and growled.
“I am no friend of yours.”
“There is no need for you to be,” Arryn said. “It is hard to come by a night elf with an intelligence rating above that of a toadstool.” The barkeep walked over and placed two glasses of the wine on the table.
“And it is shocking to see a blood elf that is not foaming at the mouth,” Thol said as he sipped on his wine. Arryn raised his glass to Thol and downed about half of his Junglevine Wine. Thol raised one of his eyebrows.
“I apologize,” Arryn said as his eyes gazed at the night elf. “I fear that I must be drunk in order to talk with someone as inferior as you.
“So then the rest of that Junglevine Wine should just about do you in,” Thol said before he fiished off his own glass. The blood elf let of a barking laugh before he snapped his fingers.
“Barkeep!” Arryn said with authority lining his voice. The barkeep obeyed as he brought over two more glasses of the win. “I guarantee you that I will drink you benearth the table and then some.”
Thol glared as he smiled spitefully at Arryn. “I rise to your challenge blood elf,” Thol spat as the blood elf smiled shrewedly. The small chatter in the bar continued as more patrons entered. The two elves continued with their drinking.
“I look forward to proving a night elf wrong,” Arryn said. “Egg will go well with that ugly shade of purple.”
“A gift from the stars. Looks far better than looking as though I have been dyed in a vat of bleach,” Thol said as he continued drinking his Junglevine Wine. His head felt as though it were floating in midair. Thol’s eyes started to squint as the liquor started to invade his bloodstream. The night elf looked to see that the blood elf in front of him was starting to prop himself up with his elbow.
“A pity about your Junglevine Wine,” the blood elf mocked, causing the dark elf to growl. “A waste that such a good wine will touch such lips as yours.”
“I see that the kettle calls himself black,” Thol said as he sipped his beverage. “But then again, you blood elves have mastered the art of pointing out the obvious. It is a wonder how you ‘high’ elves have made it so far as a great civilization.” Arryn’s eyes narrowed as he glared in drunkenness.
“I should say the same for yours,” Arryn said as he crossed his arms. Neither had touched their Junglevine Wine in the last few minutes, but both were feeling very intoxicated. “A great civilization like yours: hugging trees and reaping a horrendous odor that leaks from your pours. Not to mention the shape-shifting into animals and fucking amongst one another. How I wish I were a part of as great as civilization as yours.” Thol said nothing as he finished his second glass of wine. Arryn tried to stand in order to go retrieve more alcohol, but he ended up stumbling over his chair and falling to the floor. Thol roared in laughter. The barkeep peered over the bar at the fallen elf.
“I’m afraid,” the barkeep said as the blood elf picked himself up off the floor, “that I must cut you gentlemen off before you become sick all over my taverns.”
The blood elf only shook his head as he paid for the drinks. Arryn stumbled out of the bar after running into a few tables and goblins. Thol stood up as he placed a large hand to his mouth.
“Oh fuck…” Thol started as he stood up and thunder out of the bar, into the night.