Harper hands one of the shot glasses to Victoria, still ignoring the commotion. Victoria moves over to stand next to Harper as the men, apparently now forgetting their presence, size each of the men up. "Look this does not need to become a fight let the ladies be they seem to not like your advances.” Mr Ainsworth musters his courage and stands tall. ![]() “Keep the change.” She tells the bartender, who doesn’t look overly bothered so long as someone gives him some money. Harper ignores the argument and calmly puts some bank notes on the counter. : “And where I come from, you back off from other people’s territory, all right?” : “Where I come from, you treat women with respect…” Why don’t you totter off somewhere else and leave us with the birds.” “Back off, sunbeam, Me and Charlie was here first. Mr Ainsworth comes over "Let’s be civil sir this is a club to party not to fight.”ĭave looks Alexander up and down with a sneer. “And maybe you should go back to your mothers and learn some manners first…” “Maybe you should act a bit nicer, darlin’.”Īlexander positions himself between the women and the men. A friend of his does the same near to Victoria. : “Then you will have to learn to manage disappointment…”ĭave rests a meaty hand on the bar next to Harper. And I don’t like takin’ ‘no’ for an answer…” : “Well, that’s awfully nice o’ yeh, Mr…?” Tattooed on their right biceps is a purple inked picture of an old ship with a lion’s head on the sails. Two rather large men with short cropped hair, vests designed to show off their biceps, and dark denim jeans stand close Ladies shouldn’t 'ave to buy their own drinks.” However as Harper goes to pay, a voice, south London, butts in. The barman returns with the drinks and names the price. “But there’s always someone higher up to boss you around.” “Witchcraft… You can get me a pint, seeing as you have a way wi’ them.” Victoria glances sideways towards Harper. ![]() Let’s do a pint each and a round of single malts?” She narrows her eyes at the bartender. : “Oi!” Harper yells, trying to catch the bartender’s attention. “Hullo…! Templar succumbing tae a unrelenting thirst!” “Jings! It’s like a’hm invisible!” She waves a five shilling note. Victoria McClennan leans over the bar trying to attract the bartender’s attention.
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