Big Book of KOTLC

Includes some explicit language (aka cursing and shshs)

Prepare to be amazed by my writing skills >:D

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Before Book One..... Or Five.... Or whatever the timeline is in this chapter.....

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Gethen slammed the coffee mug he was holding down.

Oh, yes. This was gonna be a BIG problem.

Fintan was getting annoyed over the top as hell lately. You may ask why. He'd say, "Some elves here need to learn some discipline."

These elves he speaks of are mainly called Ruy and Alvar, but mostly Ruy. Sometimes others, like Trix, Umber, Gethen, and any other member joins in, but MAIN-mainly Ruy. In one factor. They're all some form of chaotic. (The Council can't know.)

And today, Fintan was finally pushed to his limit.

Now, what could Ruy possibly have done to make Fintan finally snap?

So yesterday, Ruy was just minding his own business, driving a stolen motorcycle in their newest hideout over the average speed limit. He crashed it into Fintan's massive fizzleberry wine storage. Could be intentional, could not be.

The fizzleberry wine sprayed everywhere in the surrounding area, and lets just say the motorcycle got launched outside and knocked down a couple trees near the hideout.

Ruy was okay though—more than okay, he got a taste of fizzleberry wine for the first time in his life. And we all know how it has similar effects as alcohol, despite not having any.

No one needed a "drunk" Ruy. In fact, Umber has tried disowning a "not drunk" Ruy many times before.

I mean, it wasn't a very large amount, just a little pint, but Ruy went CRAZY!

Just wobbling everywhere and making noise, walking in on Trix after a bath, wrapping shields around important scroll stacks, painting the walls with melted crystals, giggling like a little b!ch.

Then he collapsed, so Gethen dumped him in his room, and left him to sleep.

He's still conked out in his room now.

SO, Fintan is MAD mad. He loved his fizzleberry wine. He drank it every day.....And now Ruy has f##king destroyed all of it.

Sure, there was a whole lot still splattered over the walls and ceiling and floor and glass and carpet and Ruy himself.
But Fintan is licking over none of the above, no matter how desperate he is.

S̶c̶r̶a̶t̶c̶h̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶, h̶e̶ w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ i̶f̶ d̶e̶s̶p̶e̶r̶a̶t̶e̶ e̶n̶o̶u̶g̶h̶, m̶a̶n̶'s̶ k̶i̶n̶d̶a̶ l̶o̶s̶t̶ i̶t̶ l̶o̶n̶g̶ b̶e̶f̶o̶r̶e̶, s̶o̶ i̶t̶ w̶o̶n̶'t̶ b̶e̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ f̶a̶r̶ o̶f̶f̶ f̶r̶o̶m̶ a̶c̶t̶u̶a̶l̶ d̶e̶c̶i̶s̶i̶o̶n̶s̶ h̶e̶ w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ p̶o̶s̶s̶i̶b̶l̶y̶ m̶a̶k̶e̶. I̶t̶'s̶ j̶u̶s̶t̶ R̶u̶y̶ h̶e̶ w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶n̶'t̶ l̶i̶c̶k̶.

"THAT ACTUAL SH!TFACE!" Fintan rages.

So you might be asking, "If it's Fintan's problem, why did Gethen slam his mug on the table at the start of this chapter?"

Well, he just did that to match the energy.

Then Fintan gets a sinister-like smirk on his face. "Now lets think of the perfect punishment Ruy Ignis brought upon himself, shall we?"

"Ooh, I like the sound of that," Gethen informs them, grinning at the idea.

Lady Gisela sighs, "Is this really necessary? All that dumbass did was crash into your wine, why should the rest of us care?"