An Irish Pub in Baltimore, Tuesday Night

[fjordicswagger]

Okay, so sue Tamsin, sometimes she liked to be reminded of home. Specifically, to be reminded of the Dal, with that wonderful vibe of a-bar-fight-could-break-out-at-any-minute coupled with our-drinks-can-probably-kill-you-if-you're-not-careful

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[craftyladyparts]

"Hey," Jessica said as she approached. "I see you're playing nice with the locals." She had gotten there just in time to see the arm wrestling match. Sure, she knew plenty of people with enhanced strength, but she was still impressed.

[fjordicswagger]

"Turns out I speak the language around here," Tamsin said, tossing a quick glance towards the burly dude, who... lit up and waved at her excitedly. "I just hope he's not going to follow me around like a puppy."

She nodded at Jessica. "So what's your drink tonight?"

[craftyladyparts]

"If he gets skeevy, I can make his feet stick to the floor. A place like this, he might not even think twice about it," Jessica joked. "I kind of want to go super girly just to see if the bartender can pull it off. Think he can make a Blue Hawaiian?"

[fjordicswagger]

Tamsin eyed up the - also big and burly, but in an Irish way - bartender and clacked her tongue. "He seems like the type of guy to have hidden depths," she said. "And if he doesn't, we can laugh at him about it. I say we give it a shot."