He was a stranger, and that annoyed him. He'd grown up here, dammit, been one of Bullworth's boxing champions several years running, his father had donated money to the school's library: and here were common ordinary people in the town looking at him like he was some kind of tourist.
He watched the way Tad effortlessly shuffled through, claimed his table and had everything so... organised. He wondered if he similarly took charge with Derby. That would be something interesting to consider...
Sitting down at the table, he reached for the drinks menu, gave it a cursory scan-- at least the drinks were better here than they were at the reunion-- and looked at Tad.
"I remember this place," he said. "I used to come here during my final year at school."