Happy Hour

[not_his_pa]

The Bar finds William as he's limping his way through the last of his chores and checking that the tack's stored away. He smiles as he comes through, time's been on his side and he's healing up. The bruises on his face are pretty colors but healing, his knee hurts but he can walk on it and his elbow's bending better

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[properpolice]

Shaz has been in a few pubs in her time. She's met a few pubicians, and a few bar maids... and now William is getting a faintly jaded look of a beat copper wondering what exactly the story behind this is.

[not_his_pa]

William tries to sit up straighter when she comes up to the Bar and nods to her,

"Can I get you anythin', ma'am?"

[properpolice]

"You old enough to be servin'?" She asks, though there's truly precious little she could do about it here. Actually, there's precious little she could do about it anywhere - if the beer is good, there's quite a few lads who'd be convinced to look the other way with a pint or two.

Still. Force of habit. According to mum, it's a good habit.

Of course, DI Drake has to wake up to keep saying those sorts of things, doesn't she?

[not_his_pa]

"I'm pretty sure I am, ma'am, least don't think anyone would care at home,"

He knows in the future people probably would but Milliways is different.

[properpolice]

"That's not quite what I meant." But really, what is she supposed to do with it? If the boy steps down, someone has to step in, and that'd most likely (given her luck) be her.

That doesn't exactly sound like a break from her normal life.

"Don't suppose I could have a cuppa."

[not_his_pa]

He knows its not exactly what she meant but he doesn't have a good answer for her, "Of course you can, ma'am. Of what?"

The way she says it, he's clearly supposed to know but he doesn't want to give her the wrong drink.

[properpolice]

"..." That's... not the answer she expected, ever. It's... almost sacrilage. Almost refreshing, but almost sacrilage.

"Of... tea?"

[not_his_pa]

"Yes, ma'am,"

There are a lot of teas but he picks one that has English in the name and finds a nice teapot and goes with a generous scoop of leaves in the little pot. He discovered that the coffee machine has a thing with always hot water so uses that and then gently sets the pot in front of her then put the matching cup and saucer. The pot has a strainer in it, which is lucky as he's forgotten to get one,

"Do you want milk or sugar, ma'am?"

[properpolice]

She watches, wide-eyed. The boy truly has no idea how to make tea. None.

"No, no, that's alright." She waves him down, still rather boggled.

[not_his_pa]

If she saw how he knew how to make coffee, she'd probably be horrified, cowboy coffee is best not dwelt on,

"Oh good. I ain't never really made it before, ma'am. I hope I did it right."