A beautiful girl shrouded by a cloak started talking to Lester out of the blue. Normally, he would entertain the company of anyone as attractive as herself, but something was off. Women typically let the men speak first, and something else, there was something else. [color=ffdfde][b]"Yeah... they shouldn't do that should they?"[/b][/color] Lester let off an honest laugh that betrayed his suspicious thoughts. 

Lester watched as the lady began to cross the room. Without thinking about it, his hand had wandered to his side in search of his money pouch. It was gone. The girl! She had taken it. "... shouldn't leave it in a place so accessible to others." Those were her words exactly. 

Lester gave chase as quickly as possible without stirring up a fuss in the pub. On the street, he caught up to the lady. He waited to speak until he was within a few meters. He tried to sound calm, charming, and firm all at the same time. Years of bar talk guided him. [color=ffdfde][b]"Oi there! Miss! I've got a question. May I have a second of your time?"[/b][/color]