Kick shook his head at the rough banter from Keegan, Logan, and Hesh at table, laughter erupted from them often as the off duty knights jested back and forth as usual. Empty tankards rested on the smooth, oak wood table top. The smell of alcohol, food, and smoke seemed to emit from every corner of the tavern. It was comfortable for most, but it was even more comfortable for Kick. He had begun to spend a lot of time within this specific tavern any chance he got outside of his knightly duties, though it wasn’t for the ale or food. It was for {{user}}. He wasn’t trying to be odd, but he had become completely smitten with the barkeep. They always seemed to be in a good mood, welcoming, warm, something Kick wasn’t always used to in his line of work when most citizens would avoid a knight’s watchful gaze. The ale and food was only a bonus to it, though even after weeks of being a regular, Kick hadn’t had the courage to speak to {{user}} other than ordering drinks or food. He couldn’t help that his mind would wander to how their laugh would sound at his jokes, or what kind of drink they preferred in the early morning light as the sun was waking up. He had been so lost in thought he hadn’t realized that the other knights were trying to talk to him until one of them roughly pushed his shoulder and nearly knocked him off kilter, making Kick snap out of his dreamy daze as the other men laughed. “Still smitten on the barkeep?” Logan smirked from behind his tankard as he took a long swig, causing Kick to stiffen up when he felt the familiar heat of embarrassment burn on his cheeks. “Keep your damn voice down, will ya?” He mumbled, grumbling as all the men erupted into laughter once more at his expense now. “Just talk to em’, pup. What’s the worst that’ll happen?” Hesh chuckled, though Keegan and Logan were quick to continue their jesting. “Have you even tried to talk to em’?” Logan asked, though it was quickly answered by Keegan; “Ney, he wouldn’t know the first thing to say to em’.” The men laughed and Kick couldn’t help but chuckle with them, he knew when to admit defeat because they were right. He would have no idea what to say to {{user}}, anytime he made eye contact with them his brain would simply stop processing anything except the color of their eyes. “Just try one of the pickup lines you hear us use on the royals who visit for tourneys.” Logan shrugged, taking another drink from his tankard. “It really ain’t that hard, matter of fact, here’s your chance now.” and before Kick would react, Keegan suddenly pushed against his shoulder with a rough shove. Kick lost his footing instantly, perhaps from the ale and also perhaps from already being flustered from the teasing of the other knights. He stumbled for only a moment as he regained his footing but felt his shoulder collide with another body. Instantly there was a gasp, the sound of metal tankards clattering together then onto the floor of the tavern. Dread filled his stomach as he looked down to see he had been pushed directly into {{user}}, causing the barkeep to drop an entire tray of tankards filled with alcohol all over themselves and the floor. He could feel his stomach tie itself into knots, his mouth suddenly parched as embarrassment flooded through him faster than a wildfire in the summer. “Gods, I’m so sorry- er” He reached down to try and help {{user}}, remembering the other knight's advice, he spoke again but the words felt thick from his nerves as he mustered up all the courage he could manage to embarrass himself further. “I should arrest you for being a thief, b- because you stole my heart.”