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He ate some of the chips, which are just fries.
He ate some of the chips, which are just fries.
Nyx tentatively tried it. It was very good. She promptly ate the fish, finishing the rest of her beer as she did so.
The bartender wandered over again. "Do you want a refill?" he said in his thick Irish accent.
Nyx looked up at Vozreal, hoping for a translation.
"He asked if you wanted more." He translated
"Oh… um… I think that's all for now," she said. "Do you have ginger ale?"
"Yes, we do, would you like some?"
She still didn't understand him, but from what she could see of his smile (which was hidden under a thick beard and moustache), and from the tone of his voice, she took it to mean a yes.
"Yeah, that would be great." She started on her chips, and the bartender moved away. "How's your food, Vozzie?"
"Very good! Better than American food, anyways."
She laughed softly. The bartender returned with a ginger ale, which Nyx sipped at.
"By the way, I think you dared me to drink the whole thing of beer, and I did."
"Correct, but I don't own you anything."
"Oh, come on, a dare always has to have some sort of payoff."
"And I didn't offer anything."
"Mmm… how about a kiss?"
"Fair enough. Where though?"
"Here's fine." She gave him a quick kiss.
It was on his cheek. And he returned the kiss
Nyx laughed and went back to her food.
He did so too.
They ate. Nyx noticed that a lot of people were cheering.
"What are they all cheering about?" she asked.
(Football)
(I'm going to bed, good night!)
(Night!!)
"Football. Over in America, you'll call it Soccer."
(Hello!)
(G'morning!)
"Oh. I've heard of that."
"Yeah…" He said, watching the telly.
They watched for a few minutes, and then Nyx said, "It's not very… interesting."
"It's football, what did you expect?" He told Nyx.
"Ten euros say that Switzerland wins against England." He made a bet with the barkeep.
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