“It was a dark and stormy night...”
“An evil, pissed off guy in platemail armour?”
Dave slammed his pint down on the table.
“Bloody hell, you do this every time!”
Eric struggled to hold back a grin.
“No I don’t. Go on, I’m listening.”
Dave took a long drink and placed his pint down with a little less force.
“Right. It was a dark and stormy night...”
“Peanuts!” a voice called from behind, and a packet of salted ones hit Eric in the face. John sat down with two pints, and pushed one towards Eric. Dave sighed.
“It was a dark and stormy night...”
John sipped his pint loudly,
“Actually it’s alright out, was raining a bit this morning though.”
“No, no.” Eric swatted away a nonexistent fly. “He’s trying to tell a story.”
“Trying,” Dave scowled, “Trying.”
“Is it the one about the nasty, angry guy in the chainmail?”
Dave stood up and put his hands in his pockets.
“Bollocks. I’m going for a fag.”