Chapter 56: Finding Nicholas 6.

In continuation from the past: At Mickey’s Pub, Margaret’s eyes followed the man who she had been following as he sturdily sauntered to a corner of the pub, where men in his same attire gathered, all engaged in different pub activities.

She headed for the bar and stood before a tall, sweaty, cranky-looking bartender. “May I have a glass of champagne?” She said casually, reaching for her purse in her handbag. She heard the bartender snort in a ridiculing manner. She paused to look at him with a questioning expression.

The bartender leaned forward and opened his mouth to speak while Margaret leaned backward to avoid the odor that oozed from his mouth. “We don't sell champagne here, Pretty.” He said with a smirk that exposed his yellowish-brown tooth.

“What do you sell, then?” Margaret asked, her expression unyielding.

Still leaning forward, He proudly listed what he had. “Beer, Gin, vodka, whiskey, tequila, rum, soda, anything but champagne for a woman of your specialty…” the bartender