Continuing!
And since I was feeling so fine, I decided to indulge myself with another drink at the bar. I typically don’t, since saloons are places where I work; but I was off early, wasn’t I? And it was pleasant to stand there with my beer, and hear all the critters around me. There was Big Man Grey and his friends, all amiably looking over a crowd they couldn’t quite understand; and the mice and lizards under the floorboards and in the attics, with their bright little flickers of thought. I even fancied I could ‘hear’ the little droning death-cries of all the fleas and lice as they passed under the bug charm Mrs. Annie had insisted be put up over the main doors. The Oasis was the cleanest tavern in Gnome’s Folly, and by all the gods it would stay that way.
And then I heard a thought that wasn’t clean at all. Clear as day, too: I’m gonna enjoy killing that son of a bitch later tonight. And, just like that: the night was no longer fine.
Bonus points for annoying if the thought came from someone playing a PvP game thus causing a false alarm! ^_~