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Lyssa's attitude to 19th century London had changed. It had to really when you got stuck in a place for a while. It helped the miserable old git she'd been introduced to had been so easily swayed. Most of them were. Didn't take a lot for her to start getting the control she wanted without them even realising it. So she liked it. She even liked the

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Bill strides, as he often does, into the Three Cripples and completely ignores the rest of the clientele. As far as he's concerned they're about as interesting as the underside of one of the tables. And possibly considerably more beer-sodden

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Lyssa can't help a quiet laugh as she sees Bill's entrance and then Bullseye's reaction to the man trying to run away. But then the puppy was saying hello to her. Lyssa did love that dog. Yes, he was just as scruffy looking and could be as mean as Bill but he was a puppy when with her, the dog that was. Bill was a different story. Lyssa scratched behind the dog's ears.

"Shall I go see how Bill is? Or shall we have a bit of fun first?" She grinned and looked over to where the man was that had tried to escape. "Better see Bill, can't go ruining a good reputation by dispatching some bloke quicker than Bill can huh." She leant down and kissed the dog's nose before she got up.

The barmaid made herself scarce as she saw Lyssa approaching to lean next to himk. "Bill?" She spoke quietly, least she could do was keep acting the part of just another girl in public. After all she had Bill's reputation to think of. It made her life easier.

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Bill hears his name and turns to the voice. Oh. It's her.

He grunts in admission of her presence and his scowl grows deeper.

"What you doin' 'ere?" He rumbles.

Give him time. Or not. He's unlikely to come out of his mood any time soon unless something amazingly good happens. Like maybe Fagin falling down some stairs in the dark and handing over the hidden stash of wealth that Bill knows he's got, and his 'business' just beforehand.

Bill doesn't want to talk about it.

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"Well, I was having a drink." Lyssa explained to him. "But then you turned up, in a miserable mood." She had no fear in saying that to him then. "Figure I should give you something to cheer you up." A small smile crossed her lips.

"Ain't that before you go thinking." Though she didn't help disuade that illusion as she pulled a necklace from where she'd tucked it into the top of her corset. Then she pulled out a few notes too and pushed them towards him.

"I found these, thought you should be the one to keep 'em safe for me."