The aroma of body odour, stale beer and urine consumed the air within the Floater Arms bar. Three fifty watt bulbs illuminated the room in a dull orange glow, casting light over the barman sat on an old wooden stool, shuffling through a deck of cards. The only other life in the bar was Julian Harper, dressed in a long back overcoat and a set of loafers that looked like they hadnt been worn since the day they were bought.

The bar door swung open loudly and a stocky gentlemen came swiftly in, walking with purpose to the bar.
“Jack Daniels, double”
Julian looked at the man with both fear and a sense of anger.
“You were supposed to be here half an hour ago”
The gentlemen looked at Julian and seemed to pierce his insides, picking up the glass that the barman had put to the table he tipped it back and took the drink in one large mouthful.
Removing a small white package from his pocket he slipped it into Julian’s sweating palm.
“You know the consequences if this gets out, it will be on your head I assure you”