The orc was different from the other orcs. He was trashy and romantic, always looking for a good fight and a good woman to sweep him off his feet. He was always in the bar, trying to pick up any female he could. He was self-absorbed and expected the women in the bar to be feminine and quiet, something that wasn’t my style.
He wasn’t the kind of guy you turned your back to, no matter how much he tried to make you feel otherwise.
I was having a bad day one day when he approached me. He had had quite a few drinks and was feeling very reckless.
“Do you want to go play in the water with me, big guy?”
“I don’t know…it’s pretty late.”
“What, we have to go to bed?”
“Yeah, but…”
I turned and looked at my friend, and he looked at me with a smile, then turned to the orc and said, “Well, come on.”
So the orc and I went to the bathroom, and I tried to act as casual as possible, looking around me as he took off his shirt and began to take off his pants.
I was way too drunk to do anything.
“Do you want to go outside, or do you want to sleep in here?”
“What, sleeping in here?! It’s our special place!”
I couldn’t tell if he was being playful, drunk, or stupid. I had no idea what he wanted.
“Do you want to see the stars?”
“Maybe later, I have to be up early for class.”
I managed to stumble my way out of the bathroom and went back to my friend.
