Tit For Tat

Another day, another harvest. Ash sat proudly with his two buckets, his daytime tipsiness turning into a light buzz. He had mixed some of the bramble fruits with some of the orchard fruits, producing a truly unique blend of sweet and strong alcohol. Not that it was a big deal, but when you were getting drunk every day, it was good to have variety.

Now that night had just fallen, Ashmedai could drink without shame. The darkness provided the cover and comfort he needed to be unabashedly drunk. He had only just gotten into his stash when a woman appeared before him, taking interest in the orchard. The woman stopped to paw at some of the fallen fruit.

Damn, he wished she would play with his fruit.

Maybe this mix was stronger than he had meant. The woman showed slender, rich features, adorned with accessories of gold. She looked like treasure and, like the pirate he was, Ash wanted some of that booty.

To be honest he was a little speechless and trying to figure out whether or not he was hallucinating. He cleared his throat.

"Ya know, they taste a lot better blended together."