As he'd said he would be, George ended up being a bit late by the time Fred and him got the store closed up for the night. He'd left Fred to finish up the last of the restocking - it served him right, he'd left George at the counter during Verity's break when that family with the screaming baby came in.
He popped in, looking around at the milling people and looking for any sign of food (since he'd forgotten to eat), or - more importantly - booze.
He caught sight of Katie and Ali flitting about and looking a bit tarted up. George had either missed the note about dressing up, or failed to actually pay attention to it. He wasn't fussed either way. He wore clean clothes, nothing charred or smelling of dragon dung or anything else. It was good enough.
He located the drinks and food with a triumphant noise and made his way over there, stuffing a few crisps in his mouth and then yelling a vague sort of hello to Alicia - and anyone else within hearing range. Thankfully after he'd swallowed.