@thistlewhiskey continued from here.
Well this stretch of road was absolutely bustling at this time, wasn’t it? Romano had been hoping to try out a pub properly ever since setting foot in the UK, but the ones down in London during his short stay there weren’t all that great in his opinion. Expensive as fuck too. Someone along the journey had pointed out just the right place along the Royal Mile that would be possibly up Romano’s alley, and figuring he was here to have a vacation -- why the hell not? Looking around a tad lost he tried to both pay attention and also read the signs up on buildings before spotting the place he was referred.
Looked like a pretty popular spot and there was even a doorman! Which, as Romano queued up he couldn’t help but glance at Hugh every now and again because there was something different about him compared to the others. That little feeling a nation would get when they came upon another like themselves was nagging at Southern Italy, and so his amber eyes kept looking towards Hugh every so often while trying to seem busy with his cellphone.
Up until it was his turn to set foot through the threshold.
Did he say hi? Did he need to show I.D?
“Uh--hello. I’m not used to doing things how you guys do them; do I need to show my passport I.D or...?” As if his accent wasn’t already a dead give away that Romano was just a fish out of water.
