2010-01-23: FB: Brits Invade Ireland

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Date Set: June 5, 2009

Summary:

Two Brits meet in a pub, discuss life paths and pub food.


Eight Months Ago…

"Log Title" Brits Invade Ireland

Cork, Ireland

It's early evening in the Irish city of Cork. Businesspeople are starting to mill out of the offices and either back home or to a pub for a spot of dinner and perhaps a few brews. There is one person, whoever, who while adorned in a suit and tie is not or Irish descent, and is very much British should anyone hear him talk. Clarence Mayberry is taking in the pub scene this evening, having only just recently arrived in Cork a few hours earlier from the United States. What brings him here? Well, it could be any number of things, really. Something to do with relations between America and Ireland, perhaps? Politics is his area of expertise, after all. Presently he is sitting in at the bar, sipping on a whiskey and eating some chips (read, in North America, as 'fries').

After a day of looking around the city, Tori heads into the pub down the street from the little flat she's found to stay in, since she's decided to join Brayden and the others in their less-than-legal endeavors. Her dark eyes skim the fairly busy pub, looking for a seat. She heads to a small pub table next to Clarence's, not knowing that in doing so she is putting herself next to the only other Brit in the place. Tori is not in business clothes, but in jeans, flats, and white and black polka dot blouse, her dark bobbed hair held back from her face with a red scarf. She drops off her backpack on the chair, giving Clarence a glance.

"Can you watch that for me, mate?" she asks cheerfully enough, her accent one of the area south of London — hinting at suburbia and posh upbringing.

Clarence takes out a PDA from one of his inside pockets, and starting tapping lightly. Oh, work is always to be had! It's certainly a hard knock life. After a few minutes, a younger lady makes to sit down near to him. He glances and her, giving a little smile and a nod before going back to his work. As she speaks to him, he smiles once more. "Why, of course. I'd be happy to watch your stuff." His accent suggesting more of a Bristol upbringing, and an upbringing that was perhaps not as posh as Tori's was. It's definitely more educated sounding, but not as if he comes from a rich back ground.

She arches her brow at the accent. "Cheers," she says with a smile and heads to the bar to put in an order for a cider and an order of shepherd's pie. She comes back with the former, but someone will bring her the latter at some point. She sets the pint down and then picks her backpack off, setting it on the ground near her feet. "Thanks again," she says, lifting her glass to him in a little salute, before taking a sip.

Clarence smiles widely, lifting up his own drink as she heads up to the bar, taking a drink. When she returns, he smiles. "I can't help but notice, you're not exactly an Irish lass, now are you?" He says, not judging but rather curious more than anything. "I wasn't expecting to run into any other British people here. We're not exactly the common sort around these parts of Ireland. Perhaps in Dublin, but Cork is not common at all for a British person to be wandering off to."

She gives a toothy smile. "My last name's Irish, if that counts," she says with a shrug. "Well. I'm not that common of a person, I suppose." That's more true than she's going to admit. "I'm doing the whole 'find myself after university' sort of thing. What's your excuse for darkening the Irish's door with your demonic presence?" she teases, dark eyes sparkling as she leans back in her chair.

Clarence chuckles softly. "Well, an Irish last name definitely puts you in better graces than myself, I'll give you that!" He chuckles. "Aaaah, finding yourself after university! That's fun! I remember doing something similar…only after secondary school." He says, chuckling softly. "Well, I suppose it's better to go some place where they at least speak the same language!" He laughs. "You mean wishing my demonic presence to darken the place isn't enough of an excuse?" He says, grinning. "Well, I'm here on business."

"I'll probably head to the continent after a bit," Tori says, with a shrug. "But you know, everyone speaks English these days, don't they? I've rarely had any trouble with communication in my travels, even when I don't speak the language. French is the only other language I know, and very poorly at that." She takes another sip of the cider, and nods toward him. "What sort of business do you do?"

Clarence nods a little bit. "As long as you're in most major cities, you can find places that speak English." He says thoughtfully. "Well, you could say I'm in the travelling business. I certainly do enough travelling!" He chuckles softly. "I'm in politics. I'm not a politician, but I work for politicians. I tell ya, it gets you al over the place!"

"Oh," she says with a nod. "I've no head for politics, I regret to say. You work for anyone I've ever heard of? That'd be a small list, so probably not." She smirks at her own self deprecating wit. A moment later, a server brings her the dish of shepherd's pie, and Tori thanks her quietly. "At least pub food is the same throughout the Irish Sea, right?"

Clarence chuckles softly. "I'd never thought when I was younger I'd be in anything like politics, and yet here I am, travelling to Ireland because of a job in politics." He smiles kindly. "I've probably not worked for anyone you know of…except the Queen. If you work for anything to do with British politics, it seems you're working for her." He says with a shake of the head. "Pub food has always been my favourite, I must admit. It feels more authentic than some of the more 'high class' restaurants."

"Well, yes, I have heard of her," Tori quips, then offers her hand to the older gentleman. "Tori Duffy," she says, to introduce herself, not giving a fake name as she's not doing anything illegal (for once!). "And I agree. Foie gras and steak tartar and escargot? No bloody thanks, I'll take fish and chips any time over that nonsense."

Clarence chuckles softly. "Well, I thought you might know who she is." He grins, shaking Tori's hand. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss Duffy. I am Clarence Mayberry." He says cheerfully. "In my job, I often have to go eat at these fancy place. Definitely not what I grew up with, I'll say that much! I much prefer this setting, yes. Fish and chips. Shepherd's pie. All that wonderful stuff!"

"Next to a really brilliant curry, they're my favorite," the young woman says, a smile that's all teeth. "Not so much curry here in Cork, alas." She picks up a fork and gathers a bit of the stew and potatoes to bring to her mouth. "So what do you do for the politicians? Go do their dirty work for them?"

Clarence shakes his head. "Unless it's real curry made in India, I find I don't like it. But that's just my own humbled opinion." He says, grinning. "What do I do? Well, that's a broad question. I…well, I do lots of things for them." He grins slyly now. "If that involves the 'dirty' work, than so be it." He says with a playful wink. Though the tone suggests he could also be serious.

"I've never been," Tori says with a shrug. "But the fact that most of the places I go have authentic Indian people making it, I expect that it's about the same." She takes another bite, swallowing before she speaks again. "Well, the dirty work needs done sometimes, so someone needs to do it, right? My father's a barrister, so I know the legislature isn't all state dinners and posh parties."

Clarence smiles and shakes his head. "Ah, it can be close if it's actual people from India making it, but it's still not quite the same as if you get it fresh with the freshest of ingredients, the proper ingredients, in India. It's marvellous! But I digress! Perhaps I'm being a bit too picky about it." He says softly. "Ah, a barrister. I might have thought of that as a job once upon a time. But the courts can be so drab and boring, and you have to sit in the same place day after day! Before being straight in politics, I worked at British embassies around the world. Not that was exciting!"

"Yes, it seems drab. My brothers all were expected to go into it, but I got a free pass, being, you know, a girl and all," she says with a slight roll of her eyes. "But I haven't found myself, so here I am, touristing about by day and working in one Irish pub by night, or eating at another," she gestures to her food, "on my night off." She leaves out the odd thieving job.

Clarence chuckles softly. "Ah yes, the old 'free pass because I'm the daughter' clause. I've heard rumours." He says, smiling. "Well, when you're young it isn't exactly important to find your career immediately." He says, thoughtfully. "In fact, politics is my second career. I was a mechanic before I went into politics, you know." He shrugs slightly. "Being a mechanic was interesting. But totally different from politics."

"Now, that is a jump," Tori says, looking impressed. "I might look into grad school or something, though I'm not sure what I want to do really, with any of it. Right now, I'm enjoying being spontaneous and irresponsible." She grins again at that. "How'd you get from being a grease monkey to politics?"

"A jump it certainly was!" Clarence says cheerfully, taking a long sip of his drink. "Don't rush yourself too quickly into school again. That's my suggestion. Enjoy this freedom. Once you've got a career, your freedom is severely limited." He says with a nod. "Oh, my story is long and dreary. I doubt you'd want to hear it." He says, chuckling. "Needless to say, it was time to change jobs, so I went to school, got my degrees, and jumped into politics."

"No run-ins with a demonically possessed car named Christine or something, to make it more exciting?" Tori quips, finishing her shepherd's pie and pushing it aside. Picking up her cider, she takes a long sip and then nods. "I've been the good little school girl my whole life. Figure it's time to see the real world a bit, and maybe then things will be more clear — about what to do with my life." Good is a relative term, of course.

Clarence chuckles. "No. No dealings with Christine, I'm afraid." He smiles. "Did have a run in with a demon-posses merry go round once though. Now that was exciting!" He grins. "I think all young people should do travelling. Get some real world experiences. You're at the best time to do it, too! Young, full of energy. Plenty of time on your hands. It's the perfect timing!"

"It's good to hear someone from my country appreciates the choice!" Tori says with a laugh, finishing her drink and setting the dead soldier on the small table. She fishes for some money to set aside her empty plate, a tip for the server. "Everyone back home was rather growly about me leaving, but I had ghosts to get rid of, and felt like I needed to sow my wild oats a bit, and not in the bedroom sense of the phrase." She grins a bit saucily, though her cheeks redden a little bit — after all, he's old enough to be her father or older, and a politician type.

Clarence chuckles. "Well, you won't hear me being a nay sayer. I'm very much in support of it. Besides, it looks like I have to be the one to give you the full force of support, if no one else is!" He smiles. "Well, don't listen to those people back home. I gather you're from…London?" He'd recognize the London accent as well as anything. "I would've expected a more open mind from people in London, with it being so multicultural. But I don't suppose everyone likes the idea of someone they care about travelling so far from home." He smiles. "Well, go then and sow your wild oats, whether it's in a private place or elsewhere." He doesn't seem too phased by the bedroom comment.

"More or less. From Twickenham, but went to school in London proper," she says with a smile. "Thanks, Clarence. It's nice to be supported, even by a complete stranger." Tori smirks at that. "You have a good evening. I'm a bit knackered, so I'm going to turn in a bit early tonight, I think." She stands, picking up her backpack and pulling it over one shoulder. "It was nice meeting you. I hope your trip goes well."

Clarence shakes his head. "Twickenham. So very close!" He smiles. "You have yourself a pleasant evening as well, Miss Duffy. And I hope your travels fare you well in the future, wherever they may take you." He says pleasantly.

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