Operation: Midnight Masquerade
Jeraielâs cheek rested on the table whilst she was stirring her morning coffee at the early hour that was the fifteenth bell. She yawned, stretched and sighed.
Remidia, the fairly aged, fairly big and bulky looking, kind-hearted draenei woman, was already busy carrying chairs around the inn as the re-arranging had seemingly begun.
âUrgh, muurph⌠argh⌠uuumhpfâŚâ declared Jeraiel, stating the obvious.
âI know, Jera, you just take your sweet time, donât you worry about it.â Remidia replied, smiling warmly.
âBoss! Boss!â The door slammed shut with a loud bang! Bridget stormed into the room, waving about a newspaper article, apparently.
âJeraiel is currently not ava-- ava-- avavava⌠availablurrghâŚâ Jeraiel responded.
âBut Boss! Look at this!â Bridget was pointing at the article ( https://leakyquill.com/opening-night-at-the-nocturne
), then smashed the newspaper onto the table, causing a few sugar cubes to topple down from the neatly stacked tower that Jeraiel had worked on for at least thirty minutes.
Jera decided that she could read things sideways, so she did.
âUh-huh, uh⌠uh-huh, good, oh, lovely, yes, uh-huh⌠WHAT.â She frowned at Bridget. âDid they really just write that, Clips?â
Bridget, who was also Clips, nodded and was apparently expecting more backlash but nothing more happened.
âAlright, if they want a war, they get a war. I will need sugar, lots of sugar. And some milk, wait, no⌠scratch that. Weâre going in hard today, no milk.â Jeraiel sat up, slurped down her black coffee and rolled up her sleeves.
âNew campaign: everyone who knows a HORDE friend and brings them to the next opening will get their first drink on the house because weâll pay for that drink ourselves!â Jeraiel exclaimed, grabbing three cubes of sugar and throwing them into her gaping maw of anger that was her mouth. âCommence operation: Midnight Masquerade - a night of dreams and desires!â
âWhat.â Said Bridget.
âJera, Iâm not sure we are ready just yet.â Expressed Remidia, worried.
âWhat.â Replied Jeraiel, frowning.
âYeah, I mean, we just let everyone go home last night, remember, Miss Goldfox?â Bridget asked.
âOh, oh, that was last night? I feel like I slept forever! Well. Time to plan this, then.â Jeraiel got up, snatched a bagle from the table and shoved it into her mouth, biting down on it. Then she grabbed her coat and tugged in her shirt, turning toward the two startled, slightly confused friends of her.
âWhafff are youu waifffing fooor? Lefff go!â She nodded and pointed at the door, trying to devour the bagle on the go.
âWhere to, Miss Goldfox?â Bridget asked, shaking her head.
âObfffiouffly to find Horde people who want to work wiffff ufff!â And with those words Jeraiel was out and about.
She was determined to show these horde-hating people that you do not mess with the lady with the fox tattoo!
And with this our first opening night comes to an end.