dciharoldingram:

“Well known?” Harold blinked. “For what exactly?” He was going to ask more of the matter, but judging from Charlie’s body language it probably wasn’t the best idea for him to continue.

Suddenly, the crowd in the bar settles down and turns their attention towards the microphone. Apparently, someone drank enough liquid courage was going to start singing. “I guess the night is just getting started.” Harold laughs while going for another round of beer.

“Well, for starters, my dad was pretty famous within the scientific community, and my mum…” Charlie trailed off for a moment there, uncertain how to phrase it. She never really told anyone about who her mother was. When she was a kid, she had learned real fast how differently people treated her once they knew. “She was pretty famous back in the day.”

Charlie stuffed a chip in her mouth and looked over at the drunk on the tiny stage as she chewed. “Lord save us.” She reached for her beer.

(Source: charlotte-bewlay, via harold-ingram)