Snippet #1898455

Gir

As expected, this confused albino was lost. He had no good sense of direction and pretty much didn't know where this 'bar' or whatever was located, or more likely, he just forgot where it was. Damn. He probably would have had much more time finding this place if the road that had run-away pigs everywhere didn't distract him for half and hour and made him lose track. They were very adorable things though. Ah, if only he could had took one home, his life would had been complete. But then again, he already had 30 pigs and a moose back at his place, but one more wouldn't hurt. Gir blinked a couple of times to get himself back into focus and stopped in the middle of the road, looking at his surroundings.

He sighed after feeling a bit doubtful that he would never find his destination. He sat on a wooden crate to rest and think, hoping that he wasn't too late to join. What if they leave without him? Did they already hire another cook on their ship? Maybe a BETTER cook-- No. That wouldn't happen...right? But it was possible. He scratched his head. Searched for something positive in his mind. Negativity made him feel less confident in this situation. Maybe it won't happen if he started searching once more...and fast. Gir stood up from the crate and turned to his right, about to begin his search from there. However, as he was walking forward, an object suddenly went flying past him, almost hitting him in the face, and shattered on the floor. His face was in shock as if someone just jumped from behind and scared the daylights out of him. Whoa! He blinked in surprise, turning his head in the direction where the shatter was heard. From a small distance, he saw it was a bottle.

A bottle?, thought the albino, Where did that come from? He looked to his left where the object, that almost 'endangered' him, had flown from. It was a door, starting to slowly close. He had a strange feeling about this place. Was this the place he was looking for? And he was sitting 5 feet away from it? He reminded himself to slam his face into a door later if this was really it, but now was not the time. Despite that, he slowly walked up to the door, hesitating to open it. But ended up walking slowly inside. He stayed still, gazing at the scenery. Oh how the smell of strong liquor filled the air, making the albino's stomach turn. Trying to ignore the strong scent, Gir sat down on the nearest chair, searching through the rough crowd. Was that guy here? Or was he already too late?