In this town, it didn't take much to have fate deal you a bad hand. Some might call it fate, anyway. Others might just deem it rotten luck. You win some and you lose some, that's how this place worked. More often than not you found yourself scraping the bottom of the barrel just to make ends meet. Not that he was used to ever having any massive chunk of change at any given moment.
But he did grow up learning you had to work for what you had, no matter who you knew or what business your family was involved in.
Hiccup and Fearless entered the bar in the wee hours of the morning, just around the time it really started to hop with activity. Anyone would always be able to hear when Hiccup the Horrendous had entered a building, given his tell-tale gait that gave him away in almost every scenario.
Clunk. Clunk. Clunk.
"Yaknow ya really gotta get that thing fixed." His partner barked in his ear from his usual spot on his shoulders. Hiccup just rolled his eyes and hobbled the rest of the way in, collapsing into the nearest booth he could find. With a sigh he tipped his hat down to shield his eyes from the madly flickering neon OPEN sign on his window. The Gomamon on his shoulders turned and hopped onto the back of the booth, before leaping across the backs of the booths and chairs until he'd reached the bar, no doubt heckling the bartender to pour he and his pal up a couple of drinks.
Before Hiccup even had a chance to lift his head again he'd been presented with...something, something he appreciated having no doubt.
"C'mon, 'ave a drink kid," Fearless urged, moving to rest his fins on the table. "You'll get what'cha need soon enough, then we'll be back in business. 'Ell we can probably beat the money outta some poor suckah' if yer' interested.."
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But he did grow up learning you had to work for what you had, no matter who you knew or what business your family was involved in.
Hiccup and Fearless entered the bar in the wee hours of the morning, just around the time it really started to hop with activity. Anyone would always be able to hear when Hiccup the Horrendous had entered a building, given his tell-tale gait that gave him away in almost every scenario.
Clunk. Clunk. Clunk.
"Yaknow ya really gotta get that thing fixed." His partner barked in his ear from his usual spot on his shoulders. Hiccup just rolled his eyes and hobbled the rest of the way in, collapsing into the nearest booth he could find. With a sigh he tipped his hat down to shield his eyes from the madly flickering neon OPEN sign on his window.
The Gomamon on his shoulders turned and hopped onto the back of the booth, before leaping across the backs of the booths and chairs until he'd reached the bar, no doubt heckling the bartender to pour he and his pal up a couple of drinks.
Before Hiccup even had a chance to lift his head again he'd been presented with...something, something he appreciated having no doubt.
"C'mon, 'ave a drink kid," Fearless urged, moving to rest his fins on the table. "You'll get what'cha need soon enough, then we'll be back in business. 'Ell we can probably beat the money outta some poor suckah' if yer' interested.."