It had been raining outside, and Amy was soaked, her long dark hair dripping and tousled.<br/><br/>She poked her head round the door and smiled as the smell of a real pub hit her. Seemed friendly enough: the drunk in the middle of the floor, the rumble of male laughter from the corner...<br/><br/>Yes. Friendly.<br/><br/>Sauntering to the bar, she twiddled her wet hair with a long, slender finger, waiting to be served in a true English manner.