[ Had the kid walked into the bar with a parent or an older sibling in tow Daniel wouldn't have batted an eyelid. The pub served food, and kids were allowed in bars to eat with their parents, these days. Of course that hadn't always been the case but then in Daniel's life there's been a time where anyone could drink, anyway. But the kid had arrived on his own, like a little lost, bedraggled puppy and sure, maybe he was old enough to to drink and just had a baby face or something but there was something about him. Something almost familiar. ]
[ She takes another drink of her first whiskey of the night before biting the proverbial bullet. ]
"Isn't it past your bedtime, kid?"
[ Her accent is English, tinged with Irish. She's been here a lot, in recent centuries. Her voice is also low; after all, she has an image to maintain of masculinity, after all. So far no one has called her ma'am or miss and that's perfect. She has a lot of practice after all. It's not that she doesn't want to be a woman, but not everyone in this part of Britain is a friend and the less her enemies can learn about her, the better. This isn't a good place to let her guard down. ]
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Date: 2016-05-02 05:21 pm (UTC)[ She takes another drink of her first whiskey of the night before biting the proverbial bullet. ]
"Isn't it past your bedtime, kid?"
[ Her accent is English, tinged with Irish. She's been here a lot, in recent centuries. Her voice is also low; after all, she has an image to maintain of masculinity, after all. So far no one has called her ma'am or miss and that's perfect. She has a lot of practice after all. It's not that she doesn't want to be a woman, but not everyone in this part of Britain is a friend and the less her enemies can learn about her, the better. This isn't a good place to let her guard down. ]