Chapter Three
Rugby Night
The Clever Thief Pub patrons are an interesting mix of blue-collar workers, bored adolescents, thieves, mercenaries, smugglers and sports fans. You know how in those cop shows on TV the stressed out cop always introduces his youthful partner to a slightly dubious contact in the underworld? Yeah, that would be me. I tried to stay neutral in all cases (see below) but there were some things I wouldn't tolerate.
There were three basic rules at The Clever Thief. Rule Number One: You break it, you bought it. Rule Number Two: This is not your headquarters; leave your business outside. Rule Number Three: I am not your character witness; you get caught, I deny all knowledge of you. Rule Number Two was more of a formality than anything else. Like every other group of people in the world, mercenaries love to network, and The Clever Thief was a convenient place to do it in.
Tonight, however, the criminal aspect of The Clever Thief was lying low. Tonight, was rugby night.
"Go! Go! Go! No!" The clutch of Saracens fans at the end of the bar chanted, moaning when the Shoguns forward picked off a toss. The slightly smaller bunch of Shoguns followers cheered heartily. Holmes was as fascinated by the technology as he was by the match.
"Aurora, how…?"
"Magic."
There was no getting anything done in The Clever Thief tonight; even the die-hard pool sharks gave in after a particularly spectacular goal by the Saracens and the resulting cheer caused one of them to jump the cue right off the table. The professional odds-makers had the Shoguns as the slight favorite. I had a small bet riding on the Saracens. Hey, you got to support your team.
The good guys won in the end though, (17-16) and I was richer by ten whole pounds. The sports fans camped out at the bar, dissecting some of the more interesting plays until closing time, which was rather early for two reasons. #1: It was Sunday and #2 it was Mala's obligatory day off. I had come to the conclusion that she was either a robot or a zombie because she just didn't seem to sleep, or even get tired, despite a full time job and three kids.
"So the television…"
"Magic."
"And the time machine?"
"Magic."
"The radio?"
"And the cars and the computer and parking meters. All gifts from the magical technology fairies."
"Fascinating." Lord help me, I've got Spock for a roommate.
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.•´¨`•»¦«•Kerowyn•»¦«•´¨`•.
Rugby Night
The Clever Thief Pub patrons are an interesting mix of blue-collar workers, bored adolescents, thieves, mercenaries, smugglers and sports fans. You know how in those cop shows on TV the stressed out cop always introduces his youthful partner to a slightly dubious contact in the underworld? Yeah, that would be me. I tried to stay neutral in all cases (see below) but there were some things I wouldn't tolerate.
There were three basic rules at The Clever Thief. Rule Number One: You break it, you bought it. Rule Number Two: This is not your headquarters; leave your business outside. Rule Number Three: I am not your character witness; you get caught, I deny all knowledge of you. Rule Number Two was more of a formality than anything else. Like every other group of people in the world, mercenaries love to network, and The Clever Thief was a convenient place to do it in.
Tonight, however, the criminal aspect of The Clever Thief was lying low. Tonight, was rugby night.
"Go! Go! Go! No!" The clutch of Saracens fans at the end of the bar chanted, moaning when the Shoguns forward picked off a toss. The slightly smaller bunch of Shoguns followers cheered heartily. Holmes was as fascinated by the technology as he was by the match.
"Aurora, how…?"
"Magic."
There was no getting anything done in The Clever Thief tonight; even the die-hard pool sharks gave in after a particularly spectacular goal by the Saracens and the resulting cheer caused one of them to jump the cue right off the table. The professional odds-makers had the Shoguns as the slight favorite. I had a small bet riding on the Saracens. Hey, you got to support your team.
The good guys won in the end though, (17-16) and I was richer by ten whole pounds. The sports fans camped out at the bar, dissecting some of the more interesting plays until closing time, which was rather early for two reasons. #1: It was Sunday and #2 it was Mala's obligatory day off. I had come to the conclusion that she was either a robot or a zombie because she just didn't seem to sleep, or even get tired, despite a full time job and three kids.
"So the television…"
"Magic."
"And the time machine?"
"Magic."
"The radio?"
"And the cars and the computer and parking meters. All gifts from the magical technology fairies."
"Fascinating." Lord help me, I've got Spock for a roommate.
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Questions, comments, critisicms, complaints? Make your voice heard.
.•´¨`•»¦«•Kerowyn•»¦«•´¨`•.