“Sit down lass, you going too fast.”
“Never is too fast when we’re this busy, my friend.” A quick smirk, slight feisty one, cross her red lips.
“Then lemme tell ya somethin.”
“Not another of your fanciful tells, I hope!”
“I’ll listen.” I chime in.
“Lass should be more like ya, stranger.”
“I’m in no hurry to get anywhere.” Was true, had all night to drown my sorrows this time.
“Aye, if only more people were to think that way these days, m’ friend. But aye, be a decade ago today that I first arrived in this gods forsaken bar. The lass was probably a wee thing back then, but the one behind the counter then was this beauty that no man could ever dream of.”
“Oh, you mean Shiela?” I had been coming here longer than he had.
“Nah, I mean her twin! Of course I mean Shiela! Gods got no manners in men these days… Where was I…”
“Talking about Shiela the first day you ever stopped here?”
“Right, right. Aye, she was a fine Lass, something this ‘ere wench could never be in her prime. She was a sweet one on me, too, if ya know what I mean.”