Smurfette's First Night At Tapper's Tavern

"Smurfette's First Night At Tapper's Tavern" is a mini-story that is part of the EMPATH: The Luckiest Smurf story series.

The Story
It was a week after Smurfette officially became a member of the Smurf Village that she decided to spend a night at Tapper's Tavern to see what it's like. She entered the tavern and was immediately greeted by applause by the Smurfs who were patronizing the tavern that night.

"Ah, greetings, my dear Smurfette," Tapper said as he and Duncan McSmurf watched her approach the counter. "This is the first time that I have seen you smurf in here, and I hope that it will not be your last. What would you like to smurf this evening? We have a fine selection of drinks that I can recommend for you to try out for your first time."

"Oh, really?" Smurfette said as she sat herself down on a barstool at the counter. "What do you Smurfs normally like to drink here?"

"Just the finest sarsaparilla ale that you've ever smurfed, lassie, though I think it's got such a kick that will smurf the knickers right off of you," Duncan said.

"Sarsaparilla ale?" Smurfette said, sounding curious. "I would like to try a glass for myself, please."

Tapper nodded. "I'll start you off with a small glass, then." He went to get a small glass to pour the brown frothy liquid into.

Just then, Hefty had entered the tavern. "Say, Smurfette, what are you smurfing here with this group of smurfs?" Hefty asked as soon as he saw her.

"I just thought that I would smurf for myself what smurfing in here is like, Hefty," Smurfette answered. "Is there something wrong with that?"

"Well...uh, you see, it's not exactly a place for anyone but us Smurfs to hang out in...you know, because we like to smurf our own things in here and...," Hefty tried to explain.

"You think that a Smurfette doesn't belong in a tavern like this, laddie?" Duncan McSmurf said, sounding a bit indignant.

"Oh, come on, Gutsy," Hefty said. "This place has always been a place for us Smurfs to relax and enjoy ourselves from a hard day's smurf. You think we're just going to allow that to change when there's a Smurfette in here?"

"You mean, you wouldn't want me in here when I want to smurf some fun, Hefty?" Smurfette said, not liking what Hefty was implying.

"Uh, well, I didn't exactly mean it like that, Smurfette," Hefty said, sounding like he was being backed into a corner.

"In case you forget, my fellow Hefty, I'm in charge of this tavern, and if Smurfette wants to come in here to enjoy herself with some refreshment, then I will not smurf anything to prevent her from doing so," Tapper said a bit sternly. "So I would suggest that you do not smurf this into a problem or I'm sure that Duncan McSmurf will smurf you out the door sooner than you can smurf. Is that clear?"

Hefty sighed. "Yes, Tapper, I get it. I hope Smurfette has a nice time while she's here." He then walked away and took a seat near the door.

Smurfette looked at Hefty. "Now why did he have to smurf like I didn't belong in this tavern?" she asked.

"He's just not used to a female Smurf being part of his life now, lassie," Duncan McSmurf said. "It's as if part of him can't get used to the idea that the world doesn't revolve around him or his desires."

"I'm sure Hefty will get over it in time, my dear Smurfette," Tapper said as he produced the glass that was now full of sarsaparilla ale and placed it on the counter in front of Smurfette. "Here's your drink order."

Smurfette took a sip from the glass. "Oooh, this tastes cold and sweet," she said, wiping the foam from her mouth. She then drank the whole glass in one gulp, after which she hiccuped and felt herself getting a bit dizzy. "Whew...I didn't expect this to happen after drinking one glass," she said with a giggle.

"Careful there, girl," Duncan said, reaching out to make sure Smurfette didn't fall off the stool. "I warned you that the sarsaparilla ale's got a kick in it."

"So that's why I'm feeling a little relaxed and light-smurfed," Smurfette said, trying to steady herself. "You got anything else that doesn't make me smurf like this, Tapper?"

"If you want, Smurfette, I could smurf you a glass of smurfberry seltzer that will keep you from smurfing yourself silly," Tapper suggested. "Let me smurf up a glass for you and see if you like it."

Smurfette hiccuped again. "I would like that very much, Tapper," she said.

To be expanded on.