Pickle for your thoughts? (Dungeon meshi x reader)

And suddenly I went *Poof*

I can help you.

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"Damn! I haven't had something good in forever" you sighed, slamming down on the counter the empty cup of beer. Your cheeks were slightly dusted in pink as you could feel them already warm up "You never miss with the alcohol Javil" Taking your compliment the young bartender nodded his head as he cleaned another glass "You should have stopped here for a drink more, Sir ____, I never saw you with the other knights during drink nights"

Filling the glass once again you puffed your cheeks slightly, the alcohol already making you a bit tipsy "They would have ridiculed me all night long. Picking on the youngest knight, classic. Plus, as a personal knight, my duty was up 24/7. Can't be drunk while fighting orcs" you downed another glass of beer as a sudden glass was slammed on the counter once again. Javil didn't budge at the commotion, already used to this and worse. "Holy hell! This stuff is good!" Chilchuck let out a whistle, leaning on the counter.

"No beer on the surface will ever compare to this one I fear. Im kinda picky with my alcohol so this is saying a lot."

As you promised you took Chilchuck to one of the best (in your opinion) tavern in the whole kingdom, and as you suspected he ADORED it. Typical Chilchuck. It took some time to arrive, to the disdain of the half-foot, since you forgot to lift your hood up and all the people swarmed around you two like fly once they recognized you. It was flattering, as well as overwhelming, seeing all those people happy and glad to see your return.

At one point you literally had to use one of your secrets shortcuts or you would have never arrived to the tavern and enjoy some alcohol before meeting with Yaad.

"By the chance, do you make wine too?" Chilchuck wondered, memories of the watered down wine coming back in his mind. Javil thought about for a couple of seconds before nodding "Yeah, actually. . .It's something we just started recently, but. . .compared to this ale that we've been brewing for 400 years, we've been having an hard time"

The half-foot raised an eyebrow in surprise "400 years? This place has been brewing for a hell of a long time, then! What generation are you?"

"I started this place when I was 600 so I'm the first generation"

"I see. . ."

Suddenly the entrance door was slammed open and a wild, excited, Laios made his way in "They let me milk a minotaur!" He shouted, almost at the top of his lungs "Oh! Fantastic! Now keep that fact to yourself" Chilchuck replied in an impressive sober way at the fact that his captain interacted with a monster. Usually he or Marcille would lose their minds.

Laios excitedly approached the half-foot, completely ignoring the subdle hint of shutting the fuck up and wiggled his fingers "They have got four udders, just like cows!" Chilchuck was really starting to regret being kind for once in his life. And, as if Lady luck decided you weren't her favorite thing to mess up with, the entrance door once again was slammed open as this time Senshi was the one who emerged.

Javil ignored the commotion, going back to clean the glasses.