A transvestite witch and a con artist walk into a bar...

[tlazolpapalotl]

Who: Lord Fanny and Saffron
What: A warden and inmate getting to know each other.
Where: The pub.
When: Today.
Warnings: Probably none

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[call_me_saffron]

"Something stiff."

Saffron's voice was wry; what she really wanted was something strong enough to knock out a horse. Instead she settled for asking her warden to get her a whiskey before taking a glance around at their surroundings. She had a feeling that her first few days on the barge might have been a bit more palatable had she had access to this place.

[tlazolpapalotl]

Fanny returned after a moment with a glass of dry vermouth on the rocks for herself and a whiskey for Saffron, quietly filing away the choice for reference later. She sat down and folded her hands neatly on the table.

"So tell me a little bit about yourself, darling. Or," a thoughtful pause, "would you rather I go first?"

[call_me_saffron]

Saffron took her drink and waved her free hand in a non-committal gesture.

"Go ahead. I don't really have much to tell."

[tlazolpapalotl]

Fanny gave her a raised-eyebrow "oh, really," look, but smiled pleasantly. "Very well then. Well, I'm from Rio de Janeiro, a city on what I think they call in your time 'the Earth that was', am I correct? Not a luxurious upbringing; quite the contrary. But I took the opportunities I had and I've lived these last few years in England and America." Pause. "And I'm a witch, darling. Learned it at my grandmother's knee."