"Heh, yeah. Must be Saturday," he said over his shoulder to her, and made sure the poster didn't have any bends or wrinkles in it. He took the old poster down and put it at the bottom of his pile, then took a few steps back to make sure it looked straight enough. It would do, he decided.
Then he looked round at Jessica and went over to say hi properly. He didn't think she was ready to get told about the group, not when he could smell the booze on her already, but a friendly face couldn't hurt. "That looks nice. Good and warm," he said, picking up a similar one and rubbing his thumb against it.