There were times when George could walk away from the shop and actually go out and have some fun. Instead of staying in, or dragging Fred to his favorite pub, he instead made his way to the club. He preferred to travel alone anyway, there were more opportunities for entertainment that way.
Making his way into the already crowded club, coin jingling in his pocket caused him to smile as he moved to get himself a pint. He ordered up and dropped the sickles on the counter leaning against the bar he looked out into the sea of people. "Busy night," he smirked wondering what trouble he could get into.