Rios, rather unnerved by what he had just seen, which was a man who just appeared and dissapeared, thought it must've been a sleep-deprived halucination. But as he mused this thought around his groggy mind, he thought how many strange things had happened today, and how many strange people he had met prior to this incident, that this idea that Raurke, as he were, was a real person seemed not only plausable, but likley. Yes, in fact, he had remembered someone like that man earlier in the day, and he was a little less strange then, of course, but all oranges are a little stranger when drunk.
Oranges?
No, I meant to say people...
Oranges... what an absolutley absurd thing to say...
Mabye bannanas?
No, no, not those either.
Those are fruits, and people are not fruits.
Unless they are...
Are they?
As Rios sat in the bar area, toying with thoughts of people as fruits, Arlow groggily meandered out from the bottom-floor corridor, and spying Rios, placed himself across the bar.
I think I'll be a kamquat today...
Kamquat is a funny word...
A Kamquat is a word?
So words are fruit too?
Is fruit taking over the world?
As Arlow spied Rios's eyes darting wildly from side to side, he decided it might be time for this patron to go off to bed.
"Sir?"
Arlow tried to get his attention by calling out to him, but it did as much good as telling an apple to peel itself.
Mabye I'm a fruit too...
Have they gotten me?
No, I don't think so...
At this thought, Rios took a bite out of his bandaged arm.
He gagged, and spit up a little,
No, definitley not a fruit,
I think the only way to combat fruit is to sleep
Right?
That makes sense,
Sleep with your eyes shut so they cant use their delicious powers to infiltrate your brain?
Yeah,
That sounds like it'll work. [\i]
Rios jumped up from the bar, ignored that he hit his injured arm upon the underside of the counter, for the second time tonight, and yelled,
"You wont get me you darned fruits! I know how to thwart your evil plans!"
He raised his arm in a fist high above his head, and ran towards the stairs. Unfortunatley, in his state, and excitement, he forgot to account for a wall. He ran face-first into the sturdy tavern wall with such force, he trpiied backwards falling onto to couch, knocked unconcious.
Arlow stood there for a great many moments afterward, trying to understand what exactly had just transpired, something about fruit, and plans, then the wall...
Arlow shrugged
"Oh well, I guess is works for me!"
Turned back around, and shuffled back to his bedroom.