An Irish Pub in Baltimore, Tuesday Night

[fjordicswagger]

Okay, 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.

[[ for jessica! ]]

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[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Jessica said as she approached. "I see you're playing nice with the locals." She had gotten there just in time to see the arm wrestling match. Sure, she knew plenty of people with enhanced strength, but she was still impressed.