Three Lions [Open to friends]
Jun 19, 2014 15:16:17 GMT -5
Post by Cecil Wathen on Jun 19, 2014 15:16:17 GMT -5
Mephit had gotten exhausted on the run this afternoon, which was a good thing. The hyperactive Kelpie was a bundle of energy and frequently dissipating it was very important for her physical and mental health. As soon they had gotten back to the apartment she had taken a long drink before curling up on her bed, and by the time Cecil had gotten out of the shower and changed into jeans and a shirt she was sound asleep. Smiling fondly at his overgrown puppy, Cecil refilled her water bowl and made sure there was food in her other bowl in case she woke up before he came back, and then he put on a pair of trainers before heading to the bar.
The Churchkey was not in any way a sports bar, but it had temporarily evolved into one for the duration of the World Cup. A bunting of flags representing every team competing was hung along the top of the bar, and several large English and United States flags were draped on the walls. Two large TV's hired for the next few weeks were mounted at either end of the bar, and the projector was linked to one of them, showing the matches on a huge sheet screen at the other end of the sitting area.
In truth, football had never been one of Cecil's favourite sports but he did love the atmosphere that it could create. He was of course a little grumpy about having to route for England to win it, but Wales were hardly a footballing nation and were unlikely to make it into an World Cup series in his lifetime. In rugby, however, they kicked serious arse. Now that was a sport he could fully get behind!
Perhaps it was a little odd for Cecil to be hanging out in the bar on one of his few days off, but then again, what would he be doing otherwise? The biggest bet would be that he would be watching the match anyway, but upstairs on his own. That or painting one of his new miniatures, again, upstairs on his own. Frankly, he was sick and tired of being on his own.
Settling down in the lounge area with a hard cider with plenty of ice, Cecil got comfortable and waited for the dipper selection that he had ordered to show up. It was too much food for one person, but if anyone else showed up they would of course be very welcome to share. At the match kicked off, Cecil found himself very much hoping that someone – anyone – would show up.
The Churchkey was not in any way a sports bar, but it had temporarily evolved into one for the duration of the World Cup. A bunting of flags representing every team competing was hung along the top of the bar, and several large English and United States flags were draped on the walls. Two large TV's hired for the next few weeks were mounted at either end of the bar, and the projector was linked to one of them, showing the matches on a huge sheet screen at the other end of the sitting area.
In truth, football had never been one of Cecil's favourite sports but he did love the atmosphere that it could create. He was of course a little grumpy about having to route for England to win it, but Wales were hardly a footballing nation and were unlikely to make it into an World Cup series in his lifetime. In rugby, however, they kicked serious arse. Now that was a sport he could fully get behind!
Perhaps it was a little odd for Cecil to be hanging out in the bar on one of his few days off, but then again, what would he be doing otherwise? The biggest bet would be that he would be watching the match anyway, but upstairs on his own. That or painting one of his new miniatures, again, upstairs on his own. Frankly, he was sick and tired of being on his own.
Settling down in the lounge area with a hard cider with plenty of ice, Cecil got comfortable and waited for the dipper selection that he had ordered to show up. It was too much food for one person, but if anyone else showed up they would of course be very welcome to share. At the match kicked off, Cecil found himself very much hoping that someone – anyone – would show up.
