Deciding to change her routine, Morgan makes the tavern her first stop. Thinking if she has some supper first she can then head over to a couple of other places in town that she has been frequenting.
The first thing she notices on entering the tavern is the profusion of plants and flower arrangements. “Did someone die? It looks like a funeral parlor in here. Did that drunk kick the bucket? Would serve him right for trying to puke on me.”
Jacks head snaps up at hearing the last comment and he turns to see Morgan staring right at him.
“Oh, you are still among the living. How unfortunate. If you feel sick tonight can you please do your gagging in a different direction? Its bad enough I have to look at this one”, as she nods her head toward Gareth, “all night, I dont need to see some drunk vomiting anywhere near me.”
“Gareth, get me a salad and some fruit. I want to leave before this idiot human or any others start drinking themselves silly. Stupid cattle, cant ever control themselves.”
Gareth heads to the bar to talk to Monty and Morgan finds a table to sit at.
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