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fredbassettTitle : At The Sign Of The Fighting Cock
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 12
Characters : Ryan
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Written for the Primeval100 challenge 389, In The Pub
Ryan glanced around the dark interior of The Fighting Cock, relieved that Abby was still supervising the transfer of a tranquillised creature back to its own time.
The numerous beady-eyed, moth-eared trophies of past hunting activities staring miserably down at him would have gone down like a turd in a swimming pool with her.
As the equally grim-looking locals gave him some exceedingly bland looks, Ryan acquired the pub’s entire stock of pies, sandwiches and crisps.
As he left, the sharp eyes of a painted raptor stared malevolently down at him from the faded old inn sign above the door.
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 12
Characters : Ryan
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Written for the Primeval100 challenge 389, In The Pub
Ryan glanced around the dark interior of The Fighting Cock, relieved that Abby was still supervising the transfer of a tranquillised creature back to its own time.
The numerous beady-eyed, moth-eared trophies of past hunting activities staring miserably down at him would have gone down like a turd in a swimming pool with her.
As the equally grim-looking locals gave him some exceedingly bland looks, Ryan acquired the pub’s entire stock of pies, sandwiches and crisps.
As he left, the sharp eyes of a painted raptor stared malevolently down at him from the faded old inn sign above the door.
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