A cacophony of laughter shook his eardrums and the appealing smell from the wooden cups filled the brim on trays carried by the servers filled the air.
"And there I was against this wild beast, face to face, eye to eye, sword to claws! I was ready to gorge this beast and give its heart to my Amy," a stout man with a thick, bushy beard told his tale to the others while his callus hands worked on the ass of the girl serving ale.
She did not resist but tempted him by licking her lips and giving him suggestive glances.
"Oh, I remember the beast. The one you killed in your dreams!" Another stout but short man bellowed and a boisterous laughter followed.
"And your Amy is a cunt that I humped yesterday! Go find a wife and leave whores, you oaf!" the bartender bellowed. Another burst of laughter followed and the man they mocked also laughed.
The wooden floor creaked under the pressure of Cristian's weight as he walked toward an empty table.
