A man who goes to Malady’s for dinner is not one who thinks about his waistline. Truth was, the Vanmer Vipers were known to hang out at the pub, calling it their own. The place was not a jock-bar as others were labeled as such in Vanmer, but it was frequented by professional athletes all the same, and a few officials of the ESFL.
Matthew and I chose a booth to sit in and enjoyed our sausage-potato hot pots, sharing conversation. I had learned that the adorable redhead was the only child of Frank and Judy McDestin, enjoyed artwork by Picasso, liked to read horror paperbacks, and believed that animals had just as many rights as humans.