It scorched his throat and he stifled a cough. Back home he wasn't quite of legal age to drink, but he and his dad shared the odd cheeky snifter at ho...e. Crap, that would be another awkward conversation: Hi, Dad. This is Alexis. She's from the mid-1700s. Yeah, the past. But on the plus side, we'll ace the classical music round at the pub quiz from now on. He shook his head and ran his fingers through his dark hair. What the hell am I doing? He took another slug and swallowed quickly, trying. "Well, you kids behave and remember your ages. It could be a problem if you were caught in a compromising situation," Mom said. "Not everyone is as understanding as the Waters and us." We know, Mom. We'll be careful and keep a low profile," Eddie assured Mom."I know, now go and have a good time. We'll see you guys at the tournament headquarters on Saturday afternoon. Good luck!" Mom said."Thanks, Mom," I said and then giggled. "Luck doesn't have anything to do with it though, we're just. I was self conscious of the stockings and garter belt I was wearing, I felt like a trussed up turkey and my small thong like panties, made me feel exposed and naked, but as I circulated and hearing my name spoken with a different tone because of how I looked, I found myself warming to their innuendos and complimentary remarks.There was one older guy I had a drink with, he knew my father way back during his shipbuilding days when I was just a small girl and we chatted and he remarked how. Looking round, he knew he was in one of the numerous streets near the widget works, but couldn’t immediately recognise it. There were a number of small shops including a newsagent that sold sandwiches in plastic wrappers. Timothy bought a BLT and ate it as he wandered along the pavement.Then he spotted what appeared to be a second-hand or antique shop. Through the dusty window the untidy display included an eclectic mix of old objects. The sign above the window said “Needful Things” in faded.