"Don't worry," he said, "I'm not actually going to make a speech. I'm just so proud of you, love."
There was really no need anyway. They were alone in the beer garden aside from the young lad from the bar who kept hovering around the place for empties.
Darren sat back down. "Your first job! And you did it all for yourself!"
Myra rolled her eyes.
"That thing with the CVs in the basket, you do know that I was joking about that? Still you did right handing them round everywhere in town." Darren took a sip. "Then again I'm glad nothing came from that underwear place."
Myra sighed into her shandy. "It's just a pound shop job, Dad."
Darren's eyes widened. "Just a pound shop job? We all have to start somewhere, lass. My first job was in the back of a pub like this, washing glasses for pittance. Compared to that, you've got a good start!"
"And it isn't exactly my first job, Dad."
Darren handed his glass to the waiting lad. "Grab another for me, mate, would you? I'm celebrating with my daughter. It's her first job, you know!"
Myra shut her eyes. "No. Dad. Seriously. It's my second job."
The lad nodded and disappeared.
Darren turned back to her. "The less said about that, the better."
Myra sank back her shandy and glared at him. Darren raised a finger.
"Don't give me any of that! That was never a proper job and you know it!"
"It paid for my driving lessons!"
Darren scoffed. "Half of them!"
"It would have got me all the way to test if you hadn't confiscated my webcam!"
Darren glanced around them.
"Those...things you did...on camera were filth! Utter filth!"
"You never watched the shows throughout!"
Darren leaned in. "I didn't need to!"
Myra grinned. "Why are you whispering, Dad?"
"Because you insist on making a scene. And I won't have it!"
"Funny that," Myra said, "Considering that a big part of my show was whispering..."
"I heard no whispering! Just you..."
The lad reappeared, bringing Darren's fresh pint.
"Go on!" Myra said, raising her voice, "Say it!"
"No!" Darren hissed.
The lad was now in earshot.
"You caught me licking a microphone!"
Myra reclined, vindicated. Darren hunched, devastated.
"For perverts!" he sneered.
"Paying customers!" Myra announced, "Even then it wasn't proper licking. You ruin microphone covers that way. ASMR videos have a high production cost at the best of times."
Darren turned to the lad. "It's not what it sounds like!"
"Not the way you think," Myra replied, "It means Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response." She caught the lad's eye. "I make or rather made soothing videos."
Darren looked set to explode. "Nothing sexual!"
"Obviously, Dad. The customers just wanted to hear what a tongue sounds like on the microphone."
"A likely story!"
"I get it," the lad finally spoke. They both turned to him. "In fact I listen to a lot of ASMR." He snapped his fingers. "Weren't you AngelTap19?"
"Yes!"
"I thought I recognised those fingers!"
Darren's chair skidded back as he stood. "We're going, Myra."
"Dad!"
"And you!" he snarled, pointing at the lad, "Stay away from my daughter! We're certainly not coming to a place like this again!"
Darren grabbed Myra's hand and dragged her away. All she could do was glance back at the lad apologetically.
He shrugged. "It helps me to sleep."
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