Peas In A Pod (Josef)
Aug 5, 2013 15:06:16 GMT -5
Post by Cecil Wathen on Aug 5, 2013 15:06:16 GMT -5
“Alright trouble, I'll be back soon.”
Cecil gently ruffled the back of Mephit's neck, the Australian Kelpie panting softly from the walk the pair had just returned from. It was approaching 11am on a Monday and there were still a few hours until the Churchkey opened its doors; a few hours that Cecil normally struggled to fill with anything other than walking the dog. The Welshman had been in Pilot Ridge for about a year and a half now and was very familiar with the town and its contents, but Monday mornings were always something of a blank spot for him. The weekends tended to be the busiest times at the pub, obviously, so when the first of the week rolled around Cecil was usually too busy resting to do much more than jog a few miles with his Kelpie by his side.
Today, however, it would be different. It had been quite a few years since Cecil had done any kind of self defence training and he was well aware he was rusty at best. Although he wasn't much of a fighter he wanted the reassurance of knowing that he had a shot at defending himself, his bar or his staff if anything happened, and the best way to do that would be to take some refresher classes. Today would be simply a consultation, outlining what he aimed to achieve, where he was currently and what the school could do for him, but if it went well he fully intended on making the training a regular (or at least semi-regular) thing.
The drive to the school was uneventful, Cecil using the trip to have a cigarette before popping a breath mint to dull off the smell. He knew it didn't kill it completely but it at least took the edge off. After parking and making his way into the building, Cecil gave a bright smile to the man he encountered in the hall. “Oh, hello. I'm Cecil Wathen, I've come to see Mr. Muller. I think I'm a little early.”
Cecil gently ruffled the back of Mephit's neck, the Australian Kelpie panting softly from the walk the pair had just returned from. It was approaching 11am on a Monday and there were still a few hours until the Churchkey opened its doors; a few hours that Cecil normally struggled to fill with anything other than walking the dog. The Welshman had been in Pilot Ridge for about a year and a half now and was very familiar with the town and its contents, but Monday mornings were always something of a blank spot for him. The weekends tended to be the busiest times at the pub, obviously, so when the first of the week rolled around Cecil was usually too busy resting to do much more than jog a few miles with his Kelpie by his side.
Today, however, it would be different. It had been quite a few years since Cecil had done any kind of self defence training and he was well aware he was rusty at best. Although he wasn't much of a fighter he wanted the reassurance of knowing that he had a shot at defending himself, his bar or his staff if anything happened, and the best way to do that would be to take some refresher classes. Today would be simply a consultation, outlining what he aimed to achieve, where he was currently and what the school could do for him, but if it went well he fully intended on making the training a regular (or at least semi-regular) thing.
The drive to the school was uneventful, Cecil using the trip to have a cigarette before popping a breath mint to dull off the smell. He knew it didn't kill it completely but it at least took the edge off. After parking and making his way into the building, Cecil gave a bright smile to the man he encountered in the hall. “Oh, hello. I'm Cecil Wathen, I've come to see Mr. Muller. I think I'm a little early.”
