May 20, 2008 20:36
Brian really did try to spend as little time as possible as Lord Braddock, but sometimes it was nigh-inescapable. Which would explain what he was doing in the Fox and Hounds, a tidy little pub not too far from Parliament. Wood panelling, smoky interiors, dated back to the bloody Saxons or some-such nonsense.
Brian didn't care. They carried all his favorite pints and he had a light schedule tomorrow. Getting well and truly plastered was starting to sound like a wonderful notion. Even if it was barely past three in the afternoon. Bloody Lords sessions were exhausting and tedious. At least he'd put the time to good use, worked on a new piston design that would do quite well in some of Braddock Industries larger engine designs.
Not even the spineless, chinless, flabby feebs that usually haunted the Fox and Hounds bothered him too much. Mostly because most of them were still fumbling around in Parliament or trysting with their mistresses or trying to find their Rods of Lordly Might and whatnot. Mostly, at this hour of the day, the rather exclusive pub was filled with students and the sons of said spineless flabby Nigels.
A MUCH more entertaining crowd, to be sure.
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