Smoothing out her dress and taking a deep breath she opened the door to a pub called The Garrison. Ad in the paper said they were looking for a new barmaid. It didn't pay much but Claire was in no position to argue over wage. Money was money and right now even the smallest bit was better than nothing. It was nicer than she imagined that it would be and she couldn't help but wonder why there weren't more people after the job. Okay the area seemed darker than most places, but judging from back where she came from it seemed like a palace.
The man behind the bar seemed out of place, he should have been on the other side by the look of him. Dressed in a three piece suit his greasy hair slicked backwards. 'Ginger' she thought, if his hair wasn't dirty she was positive he'd be a redhead. He had a mustache and a scar under his left eye and she could tell by the sniff he'd just done that was he on drugs of some kind. Maybe he wasn't as well kept as first appearances would lead to believe?
"Can I help you?" The red head asked. "Yeah, maybe you can. I'm here for the barmaid job, there was an ad in the paper?" Claire was surprised by how Irish her voice sounded compared to his deep, northern one. She never really paid attention to her accent before but now that she was surrounded by people who talked differently to her, every syllable sounded out of place. "I'm not hiring you'll need to find my brother and he's not here 'till tomorrow. Come back."
Turning his back to her she sensed that he wanted her to leave, but she needed this job and had no intention of leaving until she got it. "Look… sorry I never got your name, I know you said you aren't the one doing the hiring but is there a place I can go and find your brother? I need this job and I'm afraid I can't go anywhere else until I have it. So either you tell me where I can find your brother or you're stuck with me bothering you until he shows up."
"Look, Ireland, I know you're obviously not from around here or else you wouldn't fucking speak to me the way you just have so I'm going to let it pass this time. My name is Arthur Shelby. That means nothing to you right now I assume but it will and if you really want this job you'd better treat me with some fucking respect. Now, pull me a pint. None of that Guinness bollocks, a real pint. You're in England now."