'Bout Time Someone Hit Him (Open)

Robin shook his head, as he cracked his hands from the previous offensive move. "No, I'm a normal for the tavern. I'm just a bit more quiet." Robin responded, with a small shrug, taking another long sip of his beer, now finishing it off. It was only the first for the night. Putting the empty bottle back on the counter, Robin waited to waiter to get another before turning to face the girl. "I'm Robin." He introduced, with a small nod. "I imagine the there's a lot of jerks you have to deal with in here."

Robin didn't doubt that Audrey could take care of herself, he just preferred to deal with it with less 'finesse' especially when he was tired, and urging for a beer. Most nights were quiet, or at least Robin couldn't tell what was going on. It was funny how he could almost never remember the trek back home from the tavern, he was either to drunk, or-no he was usually to drunk to remember. Beer was now his every night sleeping drug. That and Helen. But he knew it wasn't smart to visit on her a daily basis.

"Sorry you have to deal with that. The owner should do better then that." The archer grumbled, shaking his head in disbelief, his eyes falling to the area where the guy fell, and the small droplet of blood right by his boot.

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Robin cracked a small smile as she spoke about her drunk escapades. He could relate. Yet again, he couldn't. The archer would drink, and drink, and drink, until he couldn't feel the thoughts flying in his head, and he was just there. Then he'd somehow bring himself home to sleep. It was a schedule, a very toxic and unhealthy schedule, but a schedule none the less.

Taking a moment to slid onto a stool, Robin ran a hand through his messy hair in exasperation to her question. "Oh boy, do I have a story.." Robin did, and before the divorce happened the story was a grand one. It had adventure, and action, and romance. Everything a common taverner would want. But the story changed, and it only left a shadow of what it use to be. Robin didn't have the heart to tell it. "It's not very interesting, or good. Better not to waste your time...what about you?"

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"A Blacksmith, impressive..I don't have enough patience for that." From when Robin was young, he was good at archery, and that was probably the only thing he had patience for because there were consequences if he didn't. Robin thought once upon a time, that being a blacksmith would be a good job. He was young, very young, and he wanted to do something nobody else did. John had agreed with him, and they went to visit the local blacksmith at the time. A couple hours later, with some newly injured fingers, and a steaming attitude, John had taken him home.

Robin couldn't handle sitting down, and waiting for the metal to form perfectly, or whatever other practices blacksmiths completed. It just wasn't for him. But he could appreciate when someone could do it, and they were good. Especially a female none the less. "I get it, Audrey. If you're good at it, do it. It's what you're meant for."

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Sidenote: I totally realized I tagged Helen Sorry about that, I'm so use to rping with Helen, it's like a second instinct to type her in. I apologize

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Robin arched an eyebrow before scoffing. "Sounds like a challenge to me." The man chuckled, tapping on the table for the waiter to make her order for two. Robin was the best with his alcohol, and whiskey? Pfft, that was child's play. "Do you know how many burn marks I got when I tried to do blacksmith work? You need to give yourself more credit." Robin huffed, wringing his left hand as his fingers brushed the slightly darker spot along his tan hands.

Just as the drinks arrived, and Robin reached out to take the bottle, he froze. Everyone was missing memories? Robin slowly took the bottle and looked to Audrey. "Everyone too? I thought.." Robin understood that he drank a lot, and he knew it came with consequences. Though not remembering most of his childhood probably wasn't one. "You're being serious?"

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"Is that an invitation, Audrey?" Robin pretended to contemplate the idea, before grinning. "I would love to."

Taking the bottle, Robin toasted with Audrey before knocking back the drink, a familiar trail of heat flowing through his chest. Licking his lips, Robin raised his eyebrows in surprise as he listened to her recount her lost memories. "What else do you remember?" Robin murmured as he raised the drink to his lip and took another long shot, the burning sensation fading to a small buzz. The archer didn't remember anything so...specific. He had weird dreams, like the ones with the dark guards, and sometimes he heard strange woman laughing, but nothing more. Though Robin didn't really remember his childhood, his parents. He was half a story, and the beginning had been lost. What about the ending.

"Do you know how we can get it back? Does anyone know?"
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