Walter Valentine was busy in the bar on the Titfield-Malingford train while it had stopped at Titfield. He'd been let out of prison for stealing the train from Malingford a few months ago, and was enjoying himself, drinking pint after pint. Because he was so immersed in his drinks that he didn't notice the black Scottish cyclops approach him.
"Ya seem t'be enjoying yerself."
"I don't remember seeing you around before."
"Think you own the railway."
"I do own it, actually. Funded it so I could get alcohol earlier than 9 o'clock in the morning."
Valentine sniggered rather drunkenly, before looking at his glass.
"Sam won't be happy. He'll probably give me one of his sermons about the evils of drink."
"Sam?"
"He's the driver. And the vicar in Titfield."
"Ah."
Both were silent for a few seconds, before the Scot continued.
"I really could do with a drink."
"Mrs Hawkins, could we have a couple of pints for Mr... Mr..." stumbled Valentine to the barmaid.
"DeGroot. Tavish DeGroot." replied the cyclops.
"Yes, Mr Valentine." said Mrs Hawkins.
"Now Tavish, my good man, tell me about yourself." inquired Valentine.
"Well, I were born an' raised in Ullapool, Scotland, and I had a terrible plan ta kill the Loch Ness Monster. It went kind a badly. I went to an orphan's school, and my explosive skills improved, costing me a good eye."
"Oh."
"Anyway, I came down here for a bit of a holiday."
"That's nice."
"What 'bout you."
"Nothing much really. Went to school, left school, got lots of money, stood people drinks at the pub, stood the Squire and the vicar this railway, got drunk and stole a train, crashed the stolen train, went to prison, got let out of prison, came here."
"Sounds good ta me."
"I'll drink to that."
And drank to that they did. In fact, they drank so much that they crawled out of the carriage at Titfield very late at night.
"Isn't this where we started out, Walter?"
"I think so Tavish. We'd better be gone quick."
"Why's that?"
"The Squire of a guard will probably fine us, Sam will probably give us a sermon, and, worst of all, Dan Taylor, the fireman I stole that train with, will probably want to drink with us."
"Don't talk to me 'bout drink."
Tavish promptly belched.
"I'd better be back at my house. Do you need somewhere to stay?"
"Yes, I do."
"Well, come around to my place. Hic!"
A/N
Please rate and review, as this is the first time I've tried to write about Valentine. Possibility of this being continued.
