“That’s the shot,” said Callum, whacking the table with decisive enthusiasm. “I will see you when the party starts and we will spend some quality time enjoying free concession in tha dark an watching ships go down. Technically, we are prohibited from viewing films of such appropriate nature, but I’ll have it done if it’ll make ya grin. See what sort of mood we end up with then, shall we?” His cellphone buzzed at that moment, interrupting him. He checked it and pulled a face.
“Gotta go, love. Some thicko’s gone an fekking blown a circuit or somesuch shite. Laters then.” He shot her a two fingered salute and slipped off his chair, leaving the bill to cover his tab and a bit of extra. He swaggered away through the crowd, lifted a wallet off a passing bloke, and left to waste a few hours before blackmailing an idiot or two. Good time.