It wasn't long before the waitress had been done taking their order and returned with thier drinks. John took a swig from his pint before placing it back on the table. "God that hits differently than the Indian garbage I've been accustomed to the last 5 years, that's nice that is"

John wasn't far behind her. He slipped off his jacket revealing an army issue grey back collarless shirt. The sleeves were rolled up in short sleeve order and his injury could be seen on his arm along with the traditional indian tattoo on his lower arm. He laughed "don't worry about it. I gathered you might be" John shook his head "no thanks pippa"

He crossed his arms and leaned on the table closer to her "its been so long since I had british food. It took me ages to decide what I wanted"