"I tried to warn you," Karen answers when he sighs, clearly trying not to laugh as she leads the way over to the bar. "I don't even know if I'd recognize what good beer tastes like at this point. So...I'll look forward to it."
Josie gives Karen an up nod, walking over as they approach. "Who's the fancy man? You adopt another lawyer?"
With a grin, Karen puts her hand on Alfred's arm. "No, this is Alfred. Alfred, this is Josie. We're going to do a pitcher of Red Stripe."
"Alfred Pennyworth, pleased to meet you ma'am." He says, his accent making the word sound more like 'mum' and he offers Josie a charming side smile, she huffs a small laugh.
Karen has to hide her smile behind her hand, turning her head to the side when Alfred greets Josie politely. Just as she'd expected, her response is to point out his British manners with her typical dry humor.
"Pretty sure you might be the first Brit to ever drink here," Karen points out, sounding amused as she lightly bumps her shoulder against his.
"About time we expand our demographic."
Josie finishes filling the pitcher and sets it on the bar with two glasses.
"But can we even really call it a dive if it's got a great beer selection?" Karen points out, in the tone of someone that is clearly always game for a low stakes argument. She thanks him as he pours the beer, and lifts her glass towards him before taking a sip.
There's a contemplative look on her face as she considers his assessment of London vs. New York dives. "I'm weirdly pleased that we're making a good showing here," she decides after a moment. "And no, Josie took down all but one of the dart boards after a fight broke out using the darts. But I'll kick your ass at pool if you want to play a game." Somehow, she manages to make the offer innocently, even smiling despite the challenging gleam in her eyes.
"Isn't that a problem with a lot of the beer here in the states? I'm not a beer connoisseur, but I feel like I've heard some micro-brewery bros saying that." Karen's not even sure she can call herself 'discerning' as regards to beer. It all tastes the same to her. Anytime someone has handed her a glass of something and described it as like 'aromatic' or 'with a fruity aftertaste,' she just finds it tastes the same as every other beer she's tried.
His assessment of the dart fight is met with a grin. "Someone did get a dart stuck in their head. He didn't notice, which was impressive enough to put a pause on the fight." That had certainly been one of the more colorful nights at Josie's in recent member.
She lifts her hands in mock surrender when he arches his eyebrows. "That barely counts as pool sharking. I didn't even try to convince you to put money on the game."
"It's one of many." Not only do Americans seem to think that beer should taste like water but they also seem to have never learned the art of a good dark beer, like a Guinness, something that sticks to your ribs and is almost a meal.
"Now the real question is did he pull it out and keep playing?"
He has another sip of beer and offers her a smirk, "Course you didn't. That would have been too obvious, you look like the type of shark to get the game going first and then make the offer of cash. Reel me in slowly."
"Wow. You're a full beer snob, aren't you?" Karen asks, lightly ribbing him with a smile. "Guess I can't blame you. I feel the same way about maple syrup." She's only half joking. It's mostly just the big name brands that she doesn't like the taste of.
His question about the dart prompts a laugh as she shakes her head. "Oh, he wanted to. Foggy - uh, one of my friends and co-workers - just about knocked him down when he realized what was happening."
She takes a sip of beer herself, giving him a look of wide eyed innocence that she clearly can't maintain. It's obvious that she's trying not to laugh again. "Is it weird that I'm flattered you think I look like a shark?"
He takes the ribbing well, returning her smile with one of his own. "Maple syrup? Really? You big into pancakes or do you use it on everything?"
Her wide eyed innocent look though only earns her another brow lift, "Not just look. I know you are." He then laughs and gives her a little nudge. "I'm rubbish at pool by the way, so there would be no challenge for someone of your skills."
"No, I'm from Vermont, originally. We used to get, uh, real syrup just from other people in town. The taste is completely different than anything you can get in the grocery stores here. It's like a nostalgia thing, I think." Or at least, nostalgic for when things at home were simple and not...screwed up and complicated.
She laughs a little when he nudges her. "Well, that wouldn't be very sporting, then," she agrees, giving him a light nudge in return. "I could be persuaded to teach you. Or we could play never have I ever."
"Vermont is the maple syrup connection hrm?" He asks, lifting both brows up. "And here I thought it was Canada. Guess I'll have to make you pancakes again so I can try it."
He seems to consider her offer and then looks around at how busy the bar is and then gives her a sheepish little smile.
"Somehow I think playing never have I ever would be safer for everyone around us." Because he wasn't lying, he really is rubbish at pool and will likely send one of these balls flying off across the room.
"Second most serious about syrup, right after Canadians," Karen answers, grinning. It's one of those things that's both - joking and not joking all at once. A lot of things about Vermont are like that.
She watches the way he gives the bar a quick assessment, and then chuckles a little at that sheepish smile. "Wow, you're really a menace with a cue, huh?" She considers him for a moment, and then sounding amused, opens up the game with a "never have I ever visited a foreign country." It's a fairly easy starting point, all things considered. Maybe she's just taking pity on him after making him admit how truly bad he is at pool.
He is a menace with a pool cue, both at the game and wielding one in a fight.
"Starting me off easy?" He asks as if reading her mind, "I've been to two at this point. But if you could pick a country to visit which one would it be?"
Karen has seen someone use a pool cue in a fight before. It's oddly impressive.
"Oh, 100%," Karen agrees, not even trying to hide it. Though she does point at his glass to indicate that she still expects him to take a drink. "Two in addition to England? And oh, I don't know..." she trails off for a moment, mulling over her options. "I want to say somewhere warm, just because I love the beach. But maybe Italy, actually. The food, the architecture, the museums."
"So that leaves America and...?" she asks. Part of her wonders if the answer is going to be one of the countries neighboring England - though she suspects it'll be wherever it was he was deployed while he was in the service. "That is a point in favor of Italy," she agrees. "Some of the beaches look gorgeous too."
There's just a hint of a smile on her lips as he considers his move, and she immediately bursts out in a laugh at the one he comes up with. "Wow, someone's jumping right in the deep end." She's picking up her glass as she talks, and she meets his eyes as she takes a sip. "Not well, though. I had the most ridiculous bruises one time."
"America and Malaysia." He says but gives no further details which means her assumption is correct, the other place he's been was when he was in the army.
"I kind of thought that was the point of the game." He counters and waits to see if she will take a sip or not, smiling when she does.
"One time? That seems to imply there were other times."
Karen just nods her head, not pushing it when he gives a short answer on where he's traveled. She can put two and two together. She's never met anyone that was in the service that is keen to talk about the details of what happened.
She gives him a grin that almost looks more like a smirk. "You didn't specify how many times. That's all you get. But since we're going right in the deep end..." She trails off for a moment, looking thoughtful. She sounds a bit mischievous when she continues, "never have I ever gotten caught in flagrante delicto."
He lifts his brows at her, his smile growing wider. "If you're going to be pulling out the Latin, Miss Page, then I'm going to have to ask exactly what you mean by flagrante delicto."
She watches the way his brow arches, the way there's undeniably a challenge in that smile as he answers her. She can't help but laugh a little. "Well," she begins thoughtfully, taking a sip of her beer before she sets it down.
"If we're talking strictly Latin, the exact definition is 'in blazing offense.'" She lifts her hands, spreading them apart as if to illustrate the point. "Of course, legally speaking, it's a term that means someone has been caught in the act of committing a crime. It's often used in conjuncture with the phrase 'compare corpus delicti,' which refers to the essential facts of the crime that was committed."
Karen allows for just a momentary pause there. There's a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. "But if we're just talking slang, flagrante delicto means hooking up. But I think what you're trying to get me to say is 'never have I ever been caught fucking someone.'"
She arches a brow back at him, as if to say, how'd I do?
How'd she do? Considering he has a soft spot for highly intelligent women who challenge those around them it would be safe to say she is doing quite well and her sudden switch from definition to depravity makes him laugh.
"Oh is that what you meant?" He teases before he looks her in the eye and takes a drink, then another, and then another.
"Three times. Once at home, once in a car, and once in a pub."
Karen can't help but laugh herself, still meeting his eyes as he deliberately takes three separate sips of his drink. "Wow, Alfred. What's that saying? Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, but three is a pattern?" The grin lingers on her mouth as she teases him lightly.
Her chin rests on her hand as she leans in a bit, adding on, "I'm still not going to tell you how many times I danced on the pole, though."
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Josie gives Karen an up nod, walking over as they approach. "Who's the fancy man? You adopt another lawyer?"
With a grin, Karen puts her hand on Alfred's arm. "No, this is Alfred. Alfred, this is Josie. We're going to do a pitcher of Red Stripe."
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"A Brit are you?"
"Yes ma'am."
"That explains the manners."
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"Pretty sure you might be the first Brit to ever drink here," Karen points out, sounding amused as she lightly bumps her shoulder against his.
"About time we expand our demographic."
Josie finishes filling the pitcher and sets it on the bar with two glasses.
"Thanks, Josie. Add it to our tab?"
"Yeah, yeah."
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"Cheers, Josie." He says as he grabs the pitcher, letting Karen get the glasses and lead the way back to their table.
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"So, how does this measure up to your London dives?" she asks, sliding back into her seat as she sets the glasses down so he can pour.
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"And there's not as many dart boards as I'm used to but other than that the ambience is pretty much the same."
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There's a contemplative look on her face as she considers his assessment of London vs. New York dives. "I'm weirdly pleased that we're making a good showing here," she decides after a moment. "And no, Josie took down all but one of the dart boards after a fight broke out using the darts. But I'll kick your ass at pool if you want to play a game." Somehow, she manages to make the offer innocently, even smiling despite the challenging gleam in her eyes.
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"Now a fight that involves darts, that sounds a bit more like a London dive. Extra points if someone got a dart stuck in their head."
Her offer at pool sounds innocent enough but he's not dumb, he catches the gleam in her eyes a lifts his brows at her.
"No thanks, I know a pool shark when I see one."
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His assessment of the dart fight is met with a grin. "Someone did get a dart stuck in their head. He didn't notice, which was impressive enough to put a pause on the fight." That had certainly been one of the more colorful nights at Josie's in recent member.
She lifts her hands in mock surrender when he arches his eyebrows. "That barely counts as pool sharking. I didn't even try to convince you to put money on the game."
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"Now the real question is did he pull it out and keep playing?"
He has another sip of beer and offers her a smirk, "Course you didn't. That would have been too obvious, you look like the type of shark to get the game going first and then make the offer of cash. Reel me in slowly."
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His question about the dart prompts a laugh as she shakes her head. "Oh, he wanted to. Foggy - uh, one of my friends and co-workers - just about knocked him down when he realized what was happening."
She takes a sip of beer herself, giving him a look of wide eyed innocence that she clearly can't maintain. It's obvious that she's trying not to laugh again. "Is it weird that I'm flattered you think I look like a shark?"
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Her wide eyed innocent look though only earns her another brow lift, "Not just look. I know you are." He then laughs and gives her a little nudge. "I'm rubbish at pool by the way, so there would be no challenge for someone of your skills."
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She laughs a little when he nudges her. "Well, that wouldn't be very sporting, then," she agrees, giving him a light nudge in return. "I could be persuaded to teach you. Or we could play never have I ever."
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He seems to consider her offer and then looks around at how busy the bar is and then gives her a sheepish little smile.
"Somehow I think playing never have I ever would be safer for everyone around us." Because he wasn't lying, he really is rubbish at pool and will likely send one of these balls flying off across the room.
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She watches the way he gives the bar a quick assessment, and then chuckles a little at that sheepish smile. "Wow, you're really a menace with a cue, huh?" She considers him for a moment, and then sounding amused, opens up the game with a "never have I ever visited a foreign country." It's a fairly easy starting point, all things considered. Maybe she's just taking pity on him after making him admit how truly bad he is at pool.
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"Starting me off easy?" He asks as if reading her mind, "I've been to two at this point. But if you could pick a country to visit which one would it be?"
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"Oh, 100%," Karen agrees, not even trying to hide it. Though she does point at his glass to indicate that she still expects him to take a drink. "Two in addition to England? And oh, I don't know..." she trails off for a moment, mulling over her options. "I want to say somewhere warm, just because I love the beach. But maybe Italy, actually. The food, the architecture, the museums."
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"Italy is a good choice, there are beaches there you know so it would be a spot where you'd get everything you want."
After a moments consideration he says, "Never have I ever.....danced on a stripper pole."
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There's just a hint of a smile on her lips as he considers his move, and she immediately bursts out in a laugh at the one he comes up with. "Wow, someone's jumping right in the deep end." She's picking up her glass as she talks, and she meets his eyes as she takes a sip. "Not well, though. I had the most ridiculous bruises one time."
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"I kind of thought that was the point of the game." He counters and waits to see if she will take a sip or not, smiling when she does.
"One time? That seems to imply there were other times."
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She gives him a grin that almost looks more like a smirk. "You didn't specify how many times. That's all you get. But since we're going right in the deep end..." She trails off for a moment, looking thoughtful. She sounds a bit mischievous when she continues, "never have I ever gotten caught in flagrante delicto."
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"If we're talking strictly Latin, the exact definition is 'in blazing offense.'" She lifts her hands, spreading them apart as if to illustrate the point. "Of course, legally speaking, it's a term that means someone has been caught in the act of committing a crime. It's often used in conjuncture with the phrase 'compare corpus delicti,' which refers to the essential facts of the crime that was committed."
Karen allows for just a momentary pause there. There's a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. "But if we're just talking slang, flagrante delicto means hooking up. But I think what you're trying to get me to say is 'never have I ever been caught fucking someone.'"
She arches a brow back at him, as if to say, how'd I do?
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"Oh is that what you meant?" He teases before he looks her in the eye and takes a drink, then another, and then another.
"Three times. Once at home, once in a car, and once in a pub."
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Her chin rests on her hand as she leans in a bit, adding on, "I'm still not going to tell you how many times I danced on the pole, though."
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