I can hear the voice inside my head

George sat at the bar, nursing a pint. This really was the land of the well to do, it was going to take some getting used to, but he'd give it a go.

His eyes trailed over all the patrons. He wanted to look for a likely young lady but out of habit he was more attuned to scanning for known faces. He spotted a couple of likely lads he recognised from the drugs squad wall, but they were small fry and he didn't pay them too much mind. If a larger fish came near them, it might get more interesting, so he settled back and continued to scan the bar.