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WELCOME TO THE KEY & CROWN —  ( main floor )

FIGHT NIGHT is every SECOND SATURDAY, but you can find small matchups each week throughout the month – check the calendar pinned to the notice board for scheduling. it’s posted beside the door to the men’s room. there’s a floor-level ring set up downstairs. bring your own gloves. wrap is available upon request.

      CARD NIGHT is every TUESDAY. the front of the pub is roped off for a game of HIGH STAKES POKER and impromptu games of blackjack are run by our manager, Peg O’Conner, around the bar.

BY POPULAR DEMAND there is now a KARAOKE / OPEN MIC NIGHT scheduled for the LAST SATURDAY of the month. patrons can also enjoy LIVE ENTERTAINMENT on THURSDAYS and FRIDAYS courtesy of Elsie Brightmore, our resident bard-tender.

OTHER NOTABLE FACTS :  

the large bay window in the front of the establishment overlooks Northumberland Street and outdoor seating is available during the late spring and summer months.

the pub itself is just a short three-minute walk to the centre of Trafalgar Square! conveniently located for ease of access to the underground and easy enough for both locals and tourists to find.

the owner, Sebastian “Basher” Moran, can usually be found at the corner of the bar readying his books for the upcoming fight night, behind the bar serving his regular patrons, at the bar, enjoying a few too many with friends and family, or downstairs in the centre of the ring which always proves a fight worth watching.

the kitchen manager, Eliot Spencer, has really brought what could only have been considered “usual” pub food up to a five-star level. never let it be said that food at a pub, of all places, couldn’t entice you alone!

————   @hittcr​​  asked   /      “how did you find out?”

❝  the news.  ❞     his voice is gravelly and echoes in the too-empty room.    hands shoved in the pouch of his black hoodie,   retirement garb he’s begun to don rather than trench coats.    he hadn’t bothered to change ;   they’d caught the first plane. 

❝  we always keep track of you,   that way.   through the headlines.   wake up to see a company’s stock has crashed,   some big wig’s been arrested,  we look for the signs you all were behind it.   theorize what cons you might have used.   but when we heard about the .  .  .   incident.  ❞    mental olympics factored into careful word choice,   yet eyes still avert for fear his selection was still indelicate.       ❝  well,  we  ------ the news is reporting it as an accident,  of course,  but .  .  .   ❞    he knows a botched job when he sees one,   having orchestrated more than his fair share.    eliot always was the first to call him out on that. 

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    Zora grimaces at the confession that Eliot has been there for likely quite some time. Even better that they managed to find him, albeit with a little direction from one of his colleagues. “No angel, I’m afraid. Simply sent over by Hardison. Least I could do is get you out of here.“ Immediately their eyes goes to where he was being locked and their motions go towards using the duplicate made in advance for this venture to break him out.