Cityscape. 3.5

[Mr. X]

The beggar pauses outside the pub, shuffling his feet.

"Eh, I'd be happy to, miss, but the barkeep ne'er likes a one te walk inte 'is 'stablisment wit out buyin' a drink..."

He turns out his pocket, revealing only the copper you'd already given him.

"An... An ye know, blokes as be a lot friendlier, an more likely te flap their lips, if'n ye fill their glasses for 'em..."

He leans in conspiratorially,

"But ye wouldn't wanna be to obvious 'bout it, like buyin' the whole pub a round... That'll make 'em suspicious. Best ye get yerself a drink, an then get te chattin', an then fill theirs once it empties, an then start fishin'"

He proffers his hand again,

"But that'll take a mite more 'an jes the one copper ye so generously gave me..."