Nix shook his head to clear it; why are there so many of you? He gripped his mug tighter and finished off the last drink before slamming it down. To his surprise, none of his drinking buddies vanished. Three men sat at the table with him; it was Pon, Pon, and of course... Pon. Nix laughed at the sight of his companions. "The world might end if there were three of you."
All three answered at the same time.
"Fuck off."
"This is a handsome group."
"You drink like a girl."
Nix laughed loudly and staggered to his feet. Squinting slightly in the dimly lit Tavern. "Innkeeper! Another round, if you please..." His sentence trailed off when the Innkeeper scowled at him; it was Pon. "The fuck is going..." An old man with a beer in his hand jostled him, causing half the beer to spill on the floor.
Pon's face turned red with anger. "My fucking beer!"
