The Railway Arms, with Chris

At the end of a long day cracking bonces, kipping, and avoiding paperwork, there's nothing better than a pint or three. As is customary, Chris is buying. He just doesn't know it yet.

"Oi." Ray sets two fresh pints on the table, along with a pair of whiskey chasers. Pinching his cig between his fingers, he flashes a grin. "Best in th' house."