Post by Akira Maoir on Apr 17, 2007 5:50:53 GMT
A rush of tobacco smoke and the smell of stale ale greeted her as she pushed open the door to the pub. Her nose wrinkled briefly before she made a dive for the bar, weaving her way through some of the locals to get to the edge.
Placing herself on a barstool, she waited her turn to be served, smiling friendly at the locals, but keeping an eye on her back. She wouldnt be going down, not when the policeman didn't even know her name. She waved over to the barman when he was free of his conversation and he leaned over kindly. "What can I getcha?"
"Just a coke please, I'm driving." She flashed him another smile and sipped at her newly arrived drink. A conversation soon ensued, but it didn't seem likely that he was about to tell her of these strange mutilations.
Placing herself on a barstool, she waited her turn to be served, smiling friendly at the locals, but keeping an eye on her back. She wouldnt be going down, not when the policeman didn't even know her name. She waved over to the barman when he was free of his conversation and he leaned over kindly. "What can I getcha?"
"Just a coke please, I'm driving." She flashed him another smile and sipped at her newly arrived drink. A conversation soon ensued, but it didn't seem likely that he was about to tell her of these strange mutilations.