like you always say,
"safe travels, don't die."
This was just plan awkward tonight. Normally, the fennec fox strain was either at his forge or sleeping somewhere. He was hardly ever working the floor for any good reason. Nope, this fox stayed out of site of any and all types of costumers here at Saint's Pleasure. The less interaction he had the much better his day normally went. Though, as fate would have it one of the girls had taken ill and who got roped into taking her place working as server, Starling. He was totally out of his element. He had knowledge of liquor but that was about it! Anything else was beyond him.
But what made it truly worse is that many of the courtesan's here thought it would be a lovely idea to bank on this rare event. At least they had taste in style when they dressed the blacksmith up in a lovely male tunic and pants but really, it wasn't his style. He didn't like wearing overly colorful things or, well, anything that might send someone the wrong idea and boy did it. He felt like he fit in the males here and was not a pleasant though. He did whine and he did complain about the shirt having too deep of a V cut and that it made him look like a hooker. All it did was make the girls laugh.
Before he knew it, he had a lovely sash about his waist and his normal bandanna plucked from his head. They thought it would be cute for him to show off those ears for a change. Which meant his damn ears got in the way of everything. The poor ears would flop one way and then another and sometimes stand straight up to attention on his head and knocking anything above over.
Eventually, he managed to gain his composure and now there he was, bringing orders to people in the bar area. Handing them drinks, turning red constantly, and getting his rump touched. Which in turn caused many patrons to get glasses dumped on them or death glares. How did people handle jobs like this? Ugh, couldn't he go back to his forge now? Please!
Nope, the moment he tired to leave he was soon ganged up on and turned back around by giggling courtesans. "Oh, come on guys! Surely, I'm done right?" Nope. Mugs where slammed on his tray and he was shoved out and nearly avoided a slamming into some drunk man. Turning on his heels, he tired very hard to keep his balance and not trip over a chair. Clearly, he wasn't very good at trying to keep a tray of six drinks in one place. Turning again, he heard a very scary sound. Two mugs slid off his tray and had a slight delay in hitting the ground which only meant one thing.
During his mid turn, he did run into something a bit hard and the mugs that slid off had at least a ten second delay. Cringing, his ears bent back in a mixture of cringing, tension, and shame. Slowly, he turned on his toes while keeping his remaining drinks in place. There was a man there, covered in liquor with two mugs at his feet.
"Oh...my..." Was all the fox could get out as he stared at the man, wide eyed and unsure what to do.