“Oh,” Locke said, after she had explained the saying. Quietly to himself, he repeated it: ‘taking the mickey.’ Afterward, he downed the last little bit of his beer and set the empty bottle on the bar. The bartender, keen to the sound of empty bottles touching the wooden surface, did his job right when he asked Locke if he needed another. Of course Locke needed another -- he was out for a night at the pub, he expected the drinks to keep coming until he planned to go and find a place for the evening.
Finding out that Yuna and Scotland Amy had already met made it a little easier on Locke. It meant that he didn’t have to describe Yuna as being the cute girl with the pretty eyes and beautiful smile -- thoughts that, while always bringing a smile to his face, also brought along a bit of guilt. “Rescuing isn’t quite the word,” he said, smiling a little. It seemed like a Yuna-thing to do, calling his helping her as rescuing. “I think she’s been all right. I know that she misses her friends -- her home. But we went on a treasure hunt and found something familiar to both of our worlds. I think it helped -- I hope it helped.”
With his new bottle of beer in front of him, he opened it and took a sip. Then asking, “What about you -- and Healer Rory. How have you two been?” Even with their talk of healers and nurses, it was only habit for Locke to continue calling Rory that. Maybe a couple more reminders, a smack against the head, and he’d be able to stop.