"Closing time, mate, I can chase them out the door." George, did just that, calling out loudly. "Time's up, out the door or you turn into test subjects. Unless you're buying things, then to the counter with you."
Most people started filing obediently out the door, though two more came up to actually buy - the last furtively trying to hide a few Wonder Witch products so Jack didn't spot them as George rang them up.
George, who was a prudent businessman, even if he usually really liked making fun, didn't call attention to it, and then followed the bloke to the door, locking up and turning the sign to closed. "Come on up then, I'll tidy up later. Or make whoever's working in he morning do it." More likely. Being the boss had its perks.
He led Jack up the stairs in the back to the flat above it.
George's flat was big, for just him, and messy, with half finished products and marketing mock-ups scattered around. Mismatched dishes in the sink and a large burned patch on the wall opposite the sofa. "Firewhiskey?" he asked, going to fetch down a pair of glasses and a bottle.