St. George Pub

[Victor Steiner]

The St.George, a small unassuming pub located in Coventry, New London. It was a small place that had a strong reputation with the locals who were loyal to it and its owner, Tom. On this occassion, it was as Alexander expected to find it, quite, semi-full with most of the younger men away fighting the war, only the older fathers remained behind.


''Evening Tom, a pint please, Golden Lagar'' Alexander said wandering into the small roadside pub. He'd gotten to know the place quite well over the years, including the old barkeep who ran the place. A nice man, ex police, who also managed to run the bar and keep his four sons out of trouble.
''Right away sir'' Tom said getting a glass and filling it up. ''Anything special tonight sir? been a while it has''
''Have a girl coming 'round''
The old man raised an eyebrow ''Fancy that'' he chuckled ''Wouldn't have expected such a thing from you sir, I shall keep an eye out for her''
Alexander smiled back, Tom was a good sort like that. Even in his twilight years he did the traditional evening rounds in the village, doing his best to keep the young people out of trouble, making sure the drunks got home safe and sound. Alexander knew the old man to be a man of his word. ''What does she look like then?'' Tom asked
''Blonde, Yank...''
''Yank? come on sir, I know a number of other girls who'd be...''
''Its Just a drink Tom, I'm not doing anything''
Tom laughed ''Right you are. You're table is free, I'll send her over if I spot her''
''Cheers mate'' Alexander said before leaving and sitting in his usual spot, reading the nearby newspaper untill she arrived.

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