fh_trips | 3/5 - Leicester Square

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spring break 2006: london

3/5 - Leicester Square

Various members of the school trip are on a pub crawl... or rather, a hunt for the Watcher's Council, 14 Leicester Square.

They've gotten a tip from a crystal ball, and are looking for a sign.

And possibly? Tweed.

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Parker sent her friends a furtive look, and made gimme-fingers at the guy. "Oh yes. Hi. Please."

Nadia put up a hand to try to block Parker. He'd seen this guy earlier in Camden Market, and he'd seemed pretty . . . off, then.

"Better not," he said calmly, then turned to Constantine. "She's trying to quit."

Yes, he's risking the wrath of Parker, but you don't accept cigarettes from guys who talk to thin air.

The man pulls out one for himself and lights up.

"Good for her. Nasty habit."

He gives Victor the once over, but doesn't seem to be taken aback by his appearance.

Parker snarled, then got herself under control. "Thanks for the offer," she said, inhaling the air again. She cocked her head to the side. "Is this place always like this?"

He looks over his shoulder at the crowded pub. People are pressed together and have to jostle around to get anywhere.

You can't be in here without bumping into another person.

"Nah, it's usually not this dead."

"It's no Willy-the-Snitch's-Place, I'll tell you that," Xander said, joining them. "You may get a better class of smoky bar here than in Sunnydale, but I can't get near the bartender, much less shake down information out of him."

"I wouldn't suggest shaking Charlie down for anything... He's not partial to tourists."

"We're not tourists!" Blair hid his disposable camera and map behind him. "Um...Walter's from here."

"Ya don't say?"

Walter pulled out a cigarette of her own to add to the bar's ambience and nodded. "Yeah, you could say that."

The accent's right, only the decade's wrong, after all.

The guy looked over at the girl named Walter with the green kid who isn't a demon.

He looked at the extraordinary collection of teens around him and then seemed to be listening to something.

"Are you kids looking for something?"

"Nothing actually worth shaking down the bartender for," Xander answered. "That was mostly a nostalgia thing. All we need's an address. 14 Leicester Square? We've been walking in circles all around this block and can't find it."

Bugger.

The guy shifted his weight and took the group of kids again.

Well of course they're looking for 14 Leicester Square.

He shook his head.

Not. Going. To get involved.

"Go out the front door." And away from me.

"Across the street is a building with a green door. ~~Don't go behind the green door.~~ To the right of that building as you face it is a narrow ally, it's behind a potted tree so you'll need to squeeze behind that. You'll see a staircase going up."

He stubbed out the nub of the fag he was smoking and pulled out a fresh one.

"Have fun."

"And we'll find the entrance in a dis-used bathroom with a sign on the door that says Beware of the Leopard?" Xander might have rolled his eyes, just the tiniest fraction. "God, all Watchers are drama queens. I'd say it's in the genes if they ever wore anything but tweed."

The guy chuckled in spite of himself.

"I hope you find what you're looking for."

He turned back to the bar.

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Victor noticed the once over and smiled back, then listened to the conversation.

The guy cocks his head at the smiling kid.

"You're pretty young for that much skin work kid. Your mum and dad know what you're doing yourself?"

"Excuse me?" Victor asked, confused.

The guy pulled out a metallic lighter with a mirror finish.

He held it up so Victor could see his reflection.

"I don't know how drunk you've been getting son." he said, "But whatever you've been taking I'd like some. Because you don't seem to be aware that you're just a little green."

"Oh, that?" Victor smiled again. "That's just how I am, sir. I'm a mutant."

The guy nodded.

"Better then being a demon."

He took a pull off his pint.

"Wait...you actually thought I was a demon for a second there?" Victor had to laugh at that. Yeah, he was used to people calling him one, but something about this guy made him laugh about it.

"No, but most people see green and tend to jump to conclusions. At least in my experience."

"Yeah, that's true," Victor said with a nod before being ushered off by Walter. "It was nice talking with you."

"Yeah." said the guy bringing his pint back up to his lips.

"Real nice."

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