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We both sank back onto the beds and lay there in silence for a few blissful moments,
letting the feelings of relief and comfort pass through us. We still had our beers downstairs
to finish, so we washed our faces in the sink and returned to the bar.
Afterourbeer,Scottyofferedussomefood,butwedecidedthatwedidn'twanttoabuse
his hospitality and so walked into town to try and find some food elsewhere.
'I fancy a Chinese,' said Ben.
'Sounds good to me,' I said.
We soon reached Tse House, a Chinese restaurant on the high street. We could see
throughthewindowthattheplacewasquiet.Foranormalperson,thisisusuallyconsidered
a bad sign, but for us it was ideal. We had grown more confident about asking for things,
but we still preferred to have as small an audience as possible.
We entered through the beaded curtain and approached the teenager behind the counter
who then told us to speak to the manager.
Becky Tse, the manager, was frantically stacking glasses behind the bar. We apologised
forbothering herandexplained what wewere doing,andasked ifwecould doanyworkin
exchange for some food. She nodded throughout, but didn't look remotely interested.
'Ok. Eat in or takeaway?' she asked when we had finished.
'But we don't have any money,' I repeated in case she had not understood us.
'It's ok. Eat in or takeaway?' she said.
'Oh… thank you… eat in then please,' I said.
'Two chicken chow meins?' she asked, and pointed to a table over in the far corner.
'Whatever is easiest and cheapest for you,' said Ben.
'TWO CHICKEN CHOW MEINS,' she shouted through the curtain into the kitchen.
'Five minutes,' she said to us, 'I bring it over to table.'
'Thank you so much,' said Ben, 'Is there any cleaning or washing up we can do in re-
turn?'
She smiled for the first time.
'No,' she said. 'Five minutes. I bring it over to table.'
And so she did. Two huge plates of steaming Chicken Chow Mein were soon sitting in
front of us and we gratefully devoured every last noodle.
WereturnedbacktotheVyvyanArmswherethediscowasinfullswing.BythatImean
thatthelightshadbeendimmed,andtheDJhadstartedhisset.Thedancefloorwasempty,
though, and the lone table of regulars were still the only people in the pub.
We spent a few hours chatting to the locals, playing pool and being bought drinks.
At about 11pm, we went to bed, stuffed full of Chinese, a little drunk and completely
knackered.
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