So maybe your life is in shambles and you run away to London to get your head straight. Sure, you don't really have a plan but the Universe does, and before you know it, some kid from Kingston has completely turned your world upside and your body i...
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You settled into your new flat with ease. Minimalist would have to do. Fortunately, your got a job at a pub up the street and the following day was your first day. It was old hat to you, slinging drinks and taking orders. London was already feeling like home. Bill, the bar owner, looked like if John Goodman were British with white hair and an earring. That's to say he was alright and generally kind and generally kept out of you business.
"Three top at Table 12", he shouted at you. You glanced over and grabbed three glasses of water before approaching the lot.
"Hey, boys, what'll it be?", you asked.
Two looked up from the menus immediately, "A Stella," the blonde one said.
"Umm..a Guinness," said the ginger.
The third continued to stare at the menu, biting his lip, "Hmmm, what do you recommend?"
You looked at him, "Recommend? A beverage." You weren't trying to be rude, but what the hell was up with this kid? It's a pub for Christ's sake. Get a beer.
"He looked up at you and his eyes immediately averted to your shoulder. His eyebrows raised, "Ah, a Spider-Man fan?"
You didn't have time for this shit. You had two tables waiting to be served and this little asshole wanted to give you shit for your tattoo.
" Yeah, well you look more like a Batman kinda guy, so let's just get a drink order and leave it at that!" you smiled. The blonde guy guffawed and slapped the table. You looked at him completely lost.
The kid smiled and said, "You got me figured out. I'll take a Stella too." and closed his menu, handing it to you.
"Sounds good, Mr. Wayne," you remarked and waltzed over to the tap to get their drinks. You felt like you missed something with that exchange but you didn't care. You balanced their pints on your tray and presented them to the table.
"Gentlemen...," you said as you laid the glasses in front of them. They all nodded in thanks, the kid looked at you with the most striking pair of brown eyes, "So who would win in a match, then-Spider-Man or Batman?"
You chuckled as if this scenario hasn't been mulled over in your brain a million times, "Tell me, Tiger, are you really ready for this conversation?"
He smirked and raised an eyebrow, "Oh do enlighten me, darling."
