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Inktober 24 - Rowdy: When they mean last call... — Description

Now wait a minute. That was entirely too easy. Nothing about this whole affair has gone as smoothly. Fairies are notorious for being underhanded and explosively violent, and Tonkerbull is notoriously notorious. He should be passed out, drooling on the floor while a good samaritan calls for an healer. She hadn't even slapped him. And he put her in a jar!
No, this wasn't right. It's got to be a trap.
"Are you coming or not?" Tonkerbull yelled from the door.
Goober hesitated.
It could be an ambush? But how would she had known I was going to be here? Gruber organised the meeting, my name wasn't mentioned. Or was it? Did Gruber set me up, that sneaky sack of sanctimonious crap? Serves him right, getting arrested by the Family Corps. That'll teach you for trying to sell me out.
"We need to leave," Tonkerbull yelled, checking her sundial. "It's almost 3-"
The punch came out of nowhere. Connecting solidly with his helmet, Goober crashed to floor. Dazed, he stumbled to his feet. This time, he was kicked in the armpit. Goober struggled to breath.
"They're early! Hurry up you sock sucking, louse licker, you need to get out now! Before-" Tonkerbull buzzed away just as Goober was lifted bodily from his patch of floor. After several giant strides, he was flung through the door, which slammed shut just as he landed, hard.
"Thanks, Yolanda." Tonkerbull hovered nearby. The door thumped in reply.
"What the hell was that about?" Goober wheezed.
"It's 3pm."
"So?"
"The Sweaty Goat hosts a scheduled brawl every two weeks. Members only. It was supposed to start at three, but it seems the patrons were impatient." Tonkerbull brushed her dress. The sudden violence had kicked up a lot of dust.
"And that's why you wanted to leave. Not because you planned to ambush me?" Goober struggled to think straight. His head still vibrating from the initial punch.
"Ambush you? Why would I bother with that. I could squash your shiny metal ass with a pinkie toe. So, can we go now? The show is going to start in a few hours and I have things I need to do."
Tonkerbull started to fly away.
"Hold on, just one thing. If you knew there was going to be a brawl at three, why decide to meet here?"
"Because the Sweaty Goat has the best High Tea service in town, and this was the only time I had free. Now, let's go."