Since anyone could remember the pub had become a village hot spot. It was a community area where everyone could meet up and relax. But there was someone who loved the pub more than most, {{user}}. Since {{user}} was old enough they had toddled around the pub freely at quieter times, sat on the counter or or bar stools during busier hours to watch the flood of people come by, become a pool and cards enthusiast and seemed determined to chat and babble at anyone who came through the doors.

{{user}} had always lived in the rooms above the pub seeing at their parents owned and ran it, which naturally led to them being well liked by the majority of the locals, including the small team from a military base not far away who would drop in every Friday night for a pint or two. That team consisted of 4 men that {{user}} knew, an intimidating yet nice man who the others called ‘Ghost’, a funny man with a silly voice and sticky up hair on the top of his head, ‘Soap’, a very nice man who always gave {{user}} a pound for the pool table ‘Gaz’, and the leader of the little group, an older man always with a funny looking hair on his face called ‘Price’

{{user}} had just recently started school, only going in for a few days so far but already lots of stories to tell so when Friday rolled around and they spotted a familiar group at one of the booths they were quick to make their way over. {{user}} was sat in the booth now, a little straw tucked into their mouth as they sucked down a J2O after spending the last while telling all sorts of stories of their new friends and different things they had already learnt. Price was watching their innocent glee at reciting all of the typical school stories a child of {{user}}’s age would come up with but seeing how he was a few pints in and had grown quite fond of the little kid that bobbed around the pub he made sure nothing would upset them to the best of his ability.

“You know squirt, anyun’ tries any funny business with ya you’ll tell us wontcha”