InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Random Thoughts ❯ A day in a Pub ( Chapter 12 )

Discalmer: I do not own the characters of Hellsing.

 

 

 

The Time: Some time after the series.

 

The Place: A Pub in London.

 

Chring! A bell sounds as Father Alexander Anderson walks in. He sits down at the bar and orders his drink. “Yer finest Whisky, please.” “Right away.” Says Walter, The Angel of Death himself.

 

 

“It's a nice night out isn't it?” Asks a red clad figure at the end of the bar. “Aye `Tis. `Tis a bute'o'a night.” The Paladin replies. “Your drink sir.” “Thank ye.”

 

Silence reins for a moment, only to be broken by the sounds of someone losing quite badly in the arcade in the back.

 

Seras Victoria and Sir Integra Hellsing were playing Mortal Combat and the Police Girl hade yet to lose.

“Will you bloody hold still?!”

“Ha ha. She's beated you again English Sow!” Chirped Maxwell.

“Oh shut up you Catholic Swine! Or I'll be beating you in a moment.”

“Oh…The English Sow is touchy.”

“All right that's it! Seras give me your Halconnen. That's an order!”

“Don't you think that's a little much?” Squeaked Maxwell.

“Not really.” Integra replies in a deadpan voice as she takes aim. “Meep!” He screams as he runs for his life. “Now then, where were we?” Integra asks as Seras kill her character… Again. “I order you to stop winning!” “It's my day off. I don't have to take orders. Sorry.” She says this as she kills Integra's character for the umpteenth time that day. The two at the bar stare in amazement at the girls.

 

“They've been doing that since I opened today.” Explained Walter, who at the moment was reverently polishing a glass, lest the wrath of Sir Integra come upon him. “I'm bored outta me skull. Want to go fight?” “That's the best idea I've ever heard.”

 

The two walk out of the little Pub in search of a good place for a game of BS.

 

 

 

 

Shippo does not appear in this fic.

 

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