It was nice to walk into the pub. I hadn’t been there in so long I even shed a tear as I stood there. There were ‘welcome back’ signs everywhere and I was greeted warmly by everyone. Tequila was greeted just as warmly and I was happy to be back to work. Don’t get me wrong. several straight weeks of just lying around naked with my new wife is a great thing but I wasn’t making any headway on a lot of problems and chief among them was theology production.
Pint greeted us both warmly and Tequila scratched him behind his years nearly sending him into orbit with his tail wagging so fast. I got him a beer and after he drank it down I could tell he was happy things were back to normal. Pina Colada had been tending bar and working the cellar as best she could but she did not have the secret to my brewing of theology so all she really could do was get things to a certain point and wait. She was now my sister-in-law so she kissed me deeply and told be briefly about the deal she had made with Avion to export some of the pub theology via interstellar travel. Margareta had been for all purposes busing tables herself although I had head Hilda had dropped her hoe and shovel for a barmaid outfit to help out. Margareta stopped work for long enough to kiss me as well and then she proceeded to slap me across the face for not allowing her sister to have a proper wedding. I told her we had plans to amend that with a small ceremony in the courtyard but we had faced so many brushes with death that we couldn’t wait any longer.
“Hrumph. More like you were both horny and wanted to get your rocks off.”
Tequila basically confirmed this idea with a crude comment about sexual quality being hard to find. I then blushed slightly and then got back into Boss mode and told them all to get to work. Tequila took Pina’s place behind the bar and my two new sisters went to work.
“I have to get to the cellar Babe, I have to get production going again or we are going to get behind.”
“Ok Boss, we will hold down the fort. You should check out the war room and the vault to make sure things are OK.”
She had called me Boss which was not unusual. We had been married for a few weeks now and she still called me Boss, even on our honeymoon. I smiled at her determined to make her eyes roll up in the back of her head later for it. I pinched myself to bring my thoughts back to more proper content and headed for the cellar.
The wine cellar had been expanded in my absence mostly we now had a couple more vats and some more storage space. Pina Colada had indeed gotten most of the raw wine, beer, ale and other alcohol base drinks ready but it all required my special touch to transform it all into theology. It took the rest of the morning to get things brewing and then I headed down to the war room.
Colonel Gin was glad to see me back and I reviewed all the details of the situation. Mr. Lies had actually pulled back a little. The problem with the zombies, had stabilized but I wasn’t counting on it staying that way. Gin was convinced we were missing something and I had to agree. No doubt we would find out soon enough. I checked and rechecked the reports which took me the rest of the day. In the last few moments I headed down to the vault.
The vault was probably the most secure place on the planet earth. It was a typical large walk in vault about 30 feet by 30 feet. In addition to strong think walls of steel, several combination locks and all that it was surrounded by advanced technological security thanks to Avion. It also had several magical wards in place thanks to Campeche. In short it was secure against robbers of all types be they terrestrial magical or space alien. In the middle of the place was a single chest that had been Tequila’s hope chest but now was a portal to a magical fantasy world. There was still lots of room and the plan was to make this place a secure vault for things to dangerous for people to have. Like the warehouse in Indian Jones only it would be much smaller. The door closed and I went back upstairs. Tequila and me clocked out and headed back to our manor home.
Our driver took us home and we walked into our entry way. Once the door was secure behind us we shed all our clothes. Tequila pushed an intercom button and told the cook to take things to our room. We would be eating there.
“Gee Tequila, I know it was our first day back but are you really that tired?”
“No, I am not tired but you still have some work to do.”
“Oh, I do?”
“Yes Boss you do” and with that she took my hand and pulled me up the stairs to our bedroom. I sighed, I had after all made a promise to myself to make her eyes roll up in the back of her head. I wouldn’t want to break a promise.
Welcome to All Things Rabyd, your friendly neighborhood ‘clothing optional’ theology pub. I, the Rabyd Theologian and your bartender, thank you for stopping by. Please drink your theology responsibly or have a designated driver to get you home. Please tip your waitress and they might give you a kiss on the cheek. Just remember life is short so enjoy it. Blessings and Cheers!