Nelson's

[Darkard]

The lights came on in the newly refurbished bar and its new owner, William Nelson ran his finger across the polished wooden bar before settling his hand on one of the pumps.
He took up the position of somone about to pull a pint and nodded to the open space to his left.

"A pint a' Larger, Aye mate" he said to the empty room, snatching up a pint glass from the rack above and holding it under the tap. As he pulled the pint for the imaginary customer Nelson gave a cheaky wink to the imaginary red head sat in the booth.

"Not interuptin' anythin' am a' Will?"

The voice made Nelson jump and the pump springed heavily back to its upright position.

"Ahh err, no Mr McMillan. Just err... getting myself a ..." His voice trailed away as Director McMillan pulled closed the hidden door and walked around to the front of the bar.

"Y' can barely see that door from this side ... Thats good"

"Your guys did a good job on this place. It was a wreck before"

"Yeah, well." Said McMillan, taking in the rest of the room "If 'Chemical' Carmichael gets 'er own bar, then I do too. And it'll be far better than 'ers 'an all."

"Heh, if you say so boss"

Nelson turned his back on McMillan and poured the imaginary customers pint down the sink. He looked up at the mirrored wall behind the bar.

"Whats the view like from your office anyway?" he said to McMillans refelction.

"Its good, got a nice clear view a' the place, n' the back of yer 'ead"

Quite a few people stuggled with McMillan's thick Leeds accent, but Nelson had lived with it for a while now and could usualy pick out what he was saying. He still prefered talking to McMillan when he was in his ship though, the Universal Translator ironed out all the faults in his Bretonian.

"Well hopefully people will come here" said Nelson "The place is pretty out of the way for most."

"Hmmm, maybe. I 'ave faith yer can pull some custom though Will. 'al be in't office if yer need me"

"Aye boss"

McMillan walked back around the bar and fumbled for the small latch that released the hidden door. With a small click the wall pannel opened to reveal an office space behind with large monitors set into the wood panneled walls. McMillan stepped in and pushed the door closed behind him, hiding the entranceway perfectly. Once he was sure he was gone Nelson took a deep breath and turned to face the door and the sound of approaching feet.

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