First EP
The door opens to a plume of smoke, admitting one average bloke in a cheap suit sporting a rather impressive set of sideboards. He's been here before -- there was that fight a while back, and the nice pair of tits a week after that -- but he's still not sure what this is all about.
He smokes quietly, looking around. Kind of a poncy place, but as he remembers the bitters were decent, and maybe he'll run into that bird again. With any luck, maybe he'll run into her a few times.
"Oi," he calls, looking for the barman. A copy of a 2011 Daily Mail appears on the bar top instead. Ray beetles his brow, but soon he's distracted from all but one thing.
"Brilliant!"
He laughs, one step removed from victory arms, forgetting any and all thoughts of strange pubs. Feel free to come remind him of where he is.
[ OoC: Open until I say it's not. DS Ray Carling is entering from 1973, prior to the events of episode 6. ]
He smokes quietly, looking around. Kind of a poncy place, but as he remembers the bitters were decent, and maybe he'll run into that bird again. With any luck, maybe he'll run into her a few times.
"Oi," he calls, looking for the barman. A copy of a 2011 Daily Mail appears on the bar top instead. Ray beetles his brow, but soon he's distracted from all but one thing.
"Brilliant!"
He laughs, one step removed from victory arms, forgetting any and all thoughts of strange pubs. Feel free to come remind him of where he is.
[ OoC: Open until I say it's not. DS Ray Carling is entering from 1973, prior to the events of episode 6. ]