Sure it looked generically British inside, stereotypical even, to the point of having the most common name a British pub could have. But, it still had all the fixings. Classic pints, a few flags and knick knacks hung about, it even had football games on the TV, and the proper English ones- not that American rubbish. Other than her apartment, this place was the one sanctuary she had away from business- there weren't any heels to act like raging jackasses here, there wasn't any getting thrown through tables, there was just Millie, a pint, and a bowl of wings that she could down as quickly or slowly as she cared to.
At least, that's how things had worked out so far.
Millie was distinctly aware of the possibility that someone else from LAw could ifnd out about this place at any time. Hell, they may have already found it and just came on different days, or at different times from Millie. But if that ever happened, the bar always served scotch, and enough of that could make most of her problems disappear. Or at least let her forget about them for a bit.
Still, Millie liked having a quiet place. She only hoped she'd get to keep it as long as possible.