After accidentally killing the King under the impression that he was
an illusion, and fleeing from the King's guards with the intent of
reaching the Dragon's caves, Fred had mysteriously found himself in
the 20th century. What's more, he had somehow been regressed
into a teenager. In the strange place where all teenagers went to be
taught (a "high school), Fred had been completely lost. He had run
out of the school in frustration after being teased by a group of empty-
headed boys.
He had eventually found himself in a tavern, nursing a glass of whiskey. (They didn't seem to have mead for some reason.) After all he'd been through, he felt grateful for the sustenance. It didn't strike him as odd that he was being allowed to drink in spite of being under 21, as the concept of a minimum drinking age would have been quite unnatural to Fred. The bar was long and narrow with a window at the front, some chairs and tables in the middle and the bar itself at the back. The gentle sound of country music could be heard in the background. The bar was almost empty except for Fred and a few of the afternoon regulars. "Do you want another drink?", said the voice from behind the bar Scott looks up at the waitress, a beautiful dark haired woman with the features of one from the East. "Yes, another whisky", Fred said, wondering if he had the correct currency. "Tell me, as I come from a far-off land. What is the name of this place?" Fred saw a flicker of surprise in the woman's eyes. "You know", she said, "I'm don't think you've been here before." "Why would that be unusual?" asked Fred. "Long story," the woman told him. "We get all types in here .I'm sure this is the place where people come to have all their questions answered." Fred looked around at the slightly drab interior and laughed. "And find the meaning of life". The woman laughed as well, a laugh that floats for a moment in the air. "No, not really", she said, "but to swap stories and talk to friends" An athletic looking man comes out from the door behind the bar and gave Fred a big smile. "Ayumi", he says to the woman in a jocular manner,"stop trying to be a psychiatrist as well as work behind the bar!" "What, pray tell, is a psychiatrist?" asked Fred. "Is that a sort of wise man?" "Perhaps," said Ayumi, smiling wryly. "We were just talking," said Fred to Bruce. "Ayumi was about to tell me the meaning of life." Ayumi motioned to the athletic man. "This is my ....uh.... brother, Bruce. Bruce, this is, um, Fred." Fred shook Bruce's hand, trying to remember when he'd introduced himself.
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