𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋. ᵗʰᵒᵐᵃˢ ˢʰᵉˡᵇʸ

❥ ⁰²the other blonde.. ꩜

"GOOD MORNING HARRY," Maggie called out as she entered the pub, presuming he was in the back room— and she was right. "Morning Maggie," She heard Harry call back out to her as she walked around the bar and put an apron on.

Harry came out from the back room and began cleaning tables and chairs while Maggie was sweeping. A woman with blonde hair that touched her shoulders and blue eyes that danced around the pub walked through the old Garrison doors then, Maggie had recognised her from somewhere but she couldn't put her finger on it. The woman was dressed neatly. Too neatly. She wasn't from here.

"I'm here about the job as a barmaid," The woman spoke. Maggie noticed her accent, she was from Galway.

The woman looked at Maggie who looked back. Maggie sent her a small smile of politeness. She smiled back. "Are you mad?" Harry interrupted the two, "Am I what?" The woman turned her attention to Harry, looking taken aback.

"You know about this place?" Harry asked, eyeing the woman. "Give her a chance Harry, she seems nice," Maggie added, feeling sympathy for the woman. "I saw an advertisement," The woman told Harry, looking between the him and Maggie. Secretly hoping to become friends with Maggie.

"Job's been filled," Harry told the woman, only to be told otherwise by Maggie. "No it hasn't." Maggie grinned over at Harry as she walked around the bar— searching for another apron.

"Believe me love, I'm doing you a favour."

"I'm not asking for favours, I'm asking for employment." The woman responded. "Whats your name?" Maggie looked over at the woman. "Grace Burgess," 'Grace' replied with a smile. "Well, welcome to the Garrison, Grace." Maggie smiled back at her and handed her the apron.

"Hold on, she's too nice." Harry said. "How can you know that?" The two blondes said in unison, thinking the exact same thing.

"And too pretty, they'd have you up against the wall." He continued on.

"I'll protect her if it happens." Maggie replied confidently. "I have experience, and references" Grace told Harry taking a sheet of paper out from her bag. "She has experience and references." Maggie smiled at Harry.

"What part of Ireland are you from?" Harry asked as he read the sheet of paper. "Galway," Maggie was right. "But I worked in Dublin."

"Too pretty," Harry muttered, "Watch and listen." Grace told him as she picked up a spittoon and started singing. I wish I was in Carrickfergus. Maggie's eyes followed Graces movements as she picked up the other two spittoons and starts to pour one in the other.

Maggie hummed along to the song. Soon the song came to an end and she's back in front of Harry. "We've already got a voice, the best voice you'll ever hear. She can sing songs like an angel,"  Harry nodded at Maggie, who was now sitting on the bar. "You flatter me." Maggie smiled at him.

"Two is better than one," Maggie told him smartly, the two blondes eyes met and the both smirked at each other.

"In Ireland, my voice used to make them cry and stop fighting." Grace told them. "I hope you know a lot of songs then."

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The rest of the day in the Garrison was spent by cleaning tables and glasses, as well as talking to Grace to get to know her.