"The Patriot" A bar on Leeds..

[Lafiel]

The young lady glanced at her PDA then at the building in front of her smiling as she confirmed she had found the place she was after. The streets on the way to the establishment had noticabley gotten more and more foreboding as she had set foot upon the cold industrial district of the city home to its docks until she had at last had come upon the establishment in the part which was home to a lot of the workers. The street itself had been all but deserted but for the guards that stood at the door. She wasn't scared even if she had come alone without Oliver the man whom was an undercover MI5 operative that posed as her butler. Alas as soon as the words had left her mouth that she was coming here alone he would not accept any refusal for his accompanying her, even if she had refused she knew he would have just ghosted her movements all the way here and home again.

The young ladies long blonde hair flowed down her back tucked gently behind her ears. Her smile was warm she was most happy to be wearing her favorite white dress. It had been crafted by the finest materials in a style long forgotten from the Victorian times an era which had been lost to all but the most vigiliant historians devoted to old Earth and the human races original home. She gracefully walked leisurely upto the guards who turned to address her in great surprise as they realised that they were suddenly face to face with what could only be a member of the nobility or a person of great wealth.

The young lady just smiled as she kept walking to go on through but found herself suddenly blocked. Upon seeing her face clearly the guards had become suspicious of her age, "Exscuse me young miss may I see some identification please?" "Certainly sir here is my PDA. You will see that I have just turned 18 a fortnight ago not that that matters." She said cheerfully as she turned to the guard on her left amused as she scrutinised his uniform she handed him her PDA which he had handed back even before it had left her hand. "My apologies my lady go on in." He said standing straight his hand half way between a salute before he decided it was a better idea to bow instead. She moved onto the door which she turned the handle and attempted to pull it open only to find it being very stubborn and uncooperative. The second guard had moved to assist her the young lady moving out of the way as he spoke, "Here allow me." The door opened with ease for him which she frowned at but it faded as she smiled her gratitude as she heard Oliver talking just out of earshot for her.

She entered and found Oliver suddenly at her side as they descended the steps together to sit at one of the far tables which wasn't occupied. Many different smells greeted her the one that pleased her most was of the smell of home cooking which she wondered in great anticipation what the food would be like while some of the other smells were less than desirable. She looked around her taking in all the interesting people as well as the surroundings while she mused over with great curiousity what Oliver might have said that would allow him to enter with his various arms. If memory served her he had at least two guns hidden on his person.

She suddenly found that a drink had been placed in front of her as she wondered when Oliver had had the time to vanish and return without her seeing. She took a sip to find it was some kind of wine eyeing it suspiciously before taking another sip she decided it was rather delicious. She sat there sipping slowly on her estranged wine as she waited for her friend to arrive.

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