Unusual people

It had been a morning of utter chaos, completely out of the ordinary. The tavern was usually a place of tranquility during the late mornings, a brief respite from the hustle and bustle that characterized its nightly ambiance. But today had proven to be a stark exception to that norm. A boisterous young whipper snapper had swaggered in, flanked by a gaggle of his equally disruptive companions, and a so-called 'servant' trailing meekly behind them. They had turned the usually serene atmosphere into a spectacle of disorder, leaving a trail of havoc in their wake and making an absolute mess out of the establishment's usual decorum.

The place still wasn’t completely back to snuff as the dinner rush started to amble into the tavern. He’d hoped to have it all cleaned up before Mina got in, but that sadly wasn’t going to be the case. He’d considered whupping the bastard’s ass, and were he to go one on one with Bastien, he could probably give the kid a run for his money, but Coop was a survivor for a reason, he knew when he was outnumbered, so he’d done his best to bite back most of the things that he’d wanted to say to Bastien, simply out of a survival instinct.

At the moment he was trying to juggle sweeping up the broken glass and pottery, while also serving their patrons. It was proving to be a bit much for Coop to keep up with, so he kept muttering under his breath about when Mina would arrive. He had a feeling these  hooligans would make a habit out of coming there, not that he could be certain of such, but the general feeling he got from the encounter. He really didn’t like the idea of Mina being the only one working when and if they did. He scooped up another dustpan full of dirt and broken glass and then stretched his back. Cursing under his breath about how old he feels.