An Irish Pub in Baltimore, Tuesday Night
Jul. 6th, 2016 04:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fjordicswaggerOkay, so sue Tamsin, sometimes she liked to be reminded of home. Specifically, to be reminded of the Dal, with that wonderful vibe of a-bar-fight-could-break-out-at-any-minute coupled with our-drinks-can-probably-kill-you-if-you're-not-careful.
This place fit the bill. More or less.
She'd gotten sucked in here for dinner, wound up in an arm-wrestling match with someone shortly thereafter, and somewhere in between, she'd texted Jessica to meet her here.
At least beating that big burly dude at arm-wrestling had done wonders for her mood.
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This place fit the bill. More or less.
She'd gotten sucked in here for dinner, wound up in an arm-wrestling match with someone shortly thereafter, and somewhere in between, she'd texted Jessica to meet her here.
At least beating that big burly dude at arm-wrestling had done wonders for her mood.
[[ for jessica! ]]
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Date: 2016-07-12 12:59 am (UTC)