The brief gleam of moonlight outside had not done the other woman justice but now in the glow of the pub Lena was beginning to regret her choice. Her new friend had taken them through the pub like a hot knife through butter and Lena had the sense that this was far from an unusual night for her – indeed many patrons of the pub were casting glances towards them that suggested to Marlena they were not only despairing of the other woman’s character but becoming dubious of her own.

“To broken walls?” Lena suggested wryly, conscious that several of the men were edging closer with strange looks in their eyes, though the other woman seemed either not to notice or care. Fucking Merlin perhaps she was a doxy after all? One whose appearance and voice were at odds with the company she apparently kept but nevertheless someone to be pitied and avoided at all costs.

“Or something more fun?” She asked, feeling like a rabbit in front of a fox and quite unable to stop herself putting her neck in it’s jaw. She was only human after all and the warmth of the pub coupled with being able to see the other woman properly were not particularly conducive to making good choices. She knocked back her gin feeling at this point she might as well.

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