Gerry had spent longer than he had anticipated in Jericho's office he had forgotten how painstakingly slow and stressful the procedure of getting a divorce can be. When he left the office he noticed the pretty young woman had gone maybe he had taken up some much of Joseph Jericho's time that another of the solicitors and Jericho and Company had taken pity on her.

With the wheels set in motion regarding his divorce Gerry thought of no better way than to celebrate this than with a pint of the barman's best bitter.

"Pint of the best bitter please Landlord" he said cheerfully as he strode out to the bar.

"Let me guess you're getting divorced again Gerald" the man said handing him his pint.

"You know me Keith the only reason I set foot round these parts man of tradition see, cheers mate".

"Same again please" asked a voice Gerry recognised.

"Have you two met, sounds like you have a bit in common this young lady's just come back from the solicitors about a divorce too" Keith the landlord replied.

The woman was in too much of a bad mood to snap at him for airing her dirty laundry in public and after all she did tell him that's why she needed a large glass of dry white wine. Instead turned her head to say hello.

"Twice in one day, I am lucky sweetheart" he beamed.

"I'm not your sweetheart" she said exchanging coins for the beverage and walked to an empty table.

"Oh sorry, I was just being friendly" he said following her.

"Look I'm not in the mood for company" she admitted sipping her wine.

"Welcome to the club" he smiled.

"What club"

"The divorcee one, I'm Gerry by the way" he said taking her hand and first he was unsure as to kiss it or shake it, he went for the safest one, judging how she was at the bar if he kissed her she may bite his head off.

"Charmed I'm sure" she replied rolling her eyes.

"That's what all my wives said at first" he winked at her.

"How do you do it" she inquired, she didn't mean to she was thinking out loud, a bad habit of hers.

"Do what".

"Act so blasé about getting divorced".

"Well when you have had as many divorces as I have you learn to take it in your stride, it's either that or begin asking yourself why the hell you can't hold down a marriage" he answered honestly.

"Oh I see".

"Anyway you're the one who was acting blasé about the whole thing back at the solicitors, it's okay to be upset you know no one really wants a divorce".

"Well it's not really how I had imagined things turning out but hey ho" she said polishing off her drink "Can I get you another" she asked politely.

"Thanks but I've not finished this one yet".

"I'll get one in for you" she smiled.

The pair chatted for quite a while even though Gerry was yet to learn the girl's name and anything other than the fact she was divorced and clearly despised her mother for whatever reason she was good company. They both tried to figure out what made each other tick. Try as he might Gerry couldn't quite but his finger on it, she clearly had all this built up anger festering inside her to do with her divorce and what her mother thought of her.

He was clearly on the rebound she thought, yes he was showing off acting the ladies man which she usually didn't go for but if truth be told since the disintegration of her marriage she had been so angry at none in particular and felt the need to be with someone else even if it was for a night so she could move on. So when this Gerry fella asked her if she would like to go back to his for 'coffee' she thought it would be rude not too.