The tavern was quiet.
Gimley, the goblin who owned the place, sighed heavily. On a Saturday night, it was abnormal for the place to be so quiet. However, that was the least of his worries: Juliet Harbor, a problematic customer, owed a massive tab, and was kicked out because of it. However, she promised Gimley that on this very night, she would come back and pay it off with something great.
"Something great, huh?" he murmured under his breath, polishing a shot-glass with a white towel. "Hah, that's rich." Feeling impatient, he turned his gaze to the clock across the room.
"9:07. She's late." he commented. "That damn old drunkard better have a good excuse this time."
As if on que, the front doors of the establishment flew open, revealing a tall, rough looking woman with scars all over her body. Her clothing was torn, and her heavy scent of alcohol overpowered the liquor on the shelf behind our small green friend. She approached the counter, stumbling over her own feet.
"Do you see what time it is?" Gimley snarled, placing the freshly polished shot-glass onto the counter in front of him. "You said you would be here an hour ago."
"Sorry, green-bean! Time's are rough at the moment!" shouted Juliet, slamming her arms onto the counter. The shot-glass wobbled a bit, threatening to fall off the counter. On impulse, Gimley placed his fingertips on top of the glass to stop it from moving. He heaved another heavy sigh, not amused by the name she called him.
"Do you have payment?" he asked, throwing his towel over his shoulder.
"Yeah, I do!" again, she slammed her fist into the counter, a wide smile across her face. Again, the shot glass shook and moved towards the edge. "It will pay my tab as well as all my future tabs!"
Gimley cocked an eyebrow, then narrowed his eyes at the large woman before him, this time grabbing the shot glass to place on a nearby shelf. He never was one to take chances, not since letting Juliet's tab build so high.
"Well, go on then." he folded his arms across his chest. "Show me what you have."
She nodded harshly before reaching into her pocket. She pulled out what looked to be an amulet of some kind, and placed it on the table. Immediately Gimley took a step back; he knew something was wrong with it the moment he laid eyes on it. Before she could speak, he shook his head.
"No. You are not paying me with an article of cursed jewelry." he told her. He moved both of his arms to form an X between him and the necklace. "Give it back to the witch you took it from, go on an epic adventure with it, destroy it, I don't care. Just don't give it to me."
"Come on, greenie! It's got to be worth a lot!" Juliet pleaded, leaning towards him. She moved the amulet forward, attempting to pressure him into accepting it. The closer to him she slid it, the further away he moved himself.
Suddenly, a black cloud engulfed the amulet, forming a being made of smoke from the center jewel. Gimley moved both hands to the side of his face not in horror of the creature, but in horror of the damages it might do to his beloved tavern. After a short silence, the being chose to speak.
'I am death. I am sin. I am evil. I am all tha-'
"I don't care who the hell you are." Gimley remarked, wrapping his fist with the same white towel as before. "Get back in there." with a swift moment, he punched the amulet, shattering the jewel in the center.
'How dare you, you insolent-?!'
The smoke disappeared as quickly as it materialized, and the being vanished. Juliet gasped, holding the now broken amulet in her hands. She turned her gaze to Gimley, who was brushing off the flakes of shattered gem off of his towel.
"Awh come on! How am I suppose to pay you back now?!" she shouted, shaking her head in disappointment. "How did you know it was cursed anyway?"
"You're not the first to try and pull this with me, Jules." he answered with a deadpan tone. He took the towel into his left hand, shaking it to make sure it was completely flake-free.
"Come on, Gimley! We're friends!" she leaned forward again, attempting to get close to him. "Your days are boring without me here. What do you say we just forget about this whole thing?" she batted her eyelashes, attempting to appear flirtatious. "If anything, maybe I could get a drink? You know, for old time's sake."
The goblin cocked an eyebrow at her, licking his dry lips before responding to her question. "Well, there is one way you can repay me."
"Anything!" she cried. "I'll do it, just name it!"
Without hesitation, Gimley slammed both hands on the counter top in front of her. He raised his left hand, still gripping the towel, and pointed toward the door.
"Get the hell out of my tavern!"