Post by Grant on Oct 4, 2012 2:01:10 GMT -5
The bar was alive with laughter and music when Grant staggered out, one hand clinging to the strap of his cross while the other was pressed against the side of the building for support. The tall Scot had drunk more than his fill and found himself stumbling through the unfamiliar streets without a care.
“T’isnt fair when th’ street sways an’ changes on ya!” Grant slurred with a chuckle, managing his way to the main streets.
Grant was a little over a head taller than most of the native citizens, standing out among the crowd with a dark blue duster and an ever smiling visage thanks to his Glasgow grin. Slung almost absent mindedly over his shoulder was a cross bound in a ragged tarp and strips of leather nearly as tall as its owner, lending his already strange appearance.
The drunk was getting a few looks, and due to his clumsy gait, more than a few harsh words. The reactions only elicited a hearty laugh from Grant, shrugging a number of insults about going back to his own country.
“Aye, If I didn’t have need o’ bein’ in this land, I’d love t’ see th’ highlands again! T’isnt easy dealin’ with such a formal n’ crowded place. I cannae understand how people live n’ shoebox homes with nary a patch a grass t’ be seen” Though his mannerism and tone just showed blunt curiosity and culture shock, he was calling such things out with heavy bias. Liquor tends to loosen the tongue and embolden the spirit as Grant’s old teacher said.
“T’isnt fair when th’ street sways an’ changes on ya!” Grant slurred with a chuckle, managing his way to the main streets.
Grant was a little over a head taller than most of the native citizens, standing out among the crowd with a dark blue duster and an ever smiling visage thanks to his Glasgow grin. Slung almost absent mindedly over his shoulder was a cross bound in a ragged tarp and strips of leather nearly as tall as its owner, lending his already strange appearance.
The drunk was getting a few looks, and due to his clumsy gait, more than a few harsh words. The reactions only elicited a hearty laugh from Grant, shrugging a number of insults about going back to his own country.
“Aye, If I didn’t have need o’ bein’ in this land, I’d love t’ see th’ highlands again! T’isnt easy dealin’ with such a formal n’ crowded place. I cannae understand how people live n’ shoebox homes with nary a patch a grass t’ be seen” Though his mannerism and tone just showed blunt curiosity and culture shock, he was calling such things out with heavy bias. Liquor tends to loosen the tongue and embolden the spirit as Grant’s old teacher said.
