...His eyes are narrow in his face as he surveys the crowd converging on the pub, he clears his throat with an ominous growl that makes two clucking women giggle. One places a taloned hand on his chest and cackles 'we'll be on our best behaviour, love!' a chink of mischief in her eye that is abruptly extinguished as his fat paw brushes her off and with a curt nod of the head he dismisses them. Raised eyebrows and pursed lips accompany the high pitched, mocking 'oooooh!' that they emit, then wander exaggerating the hilarity of the encounter and weaving a path towards the bar, fixing upon a lone 'project' at the corner and moving in with predatory stealth, nails clicking against the sticky surface of the bar like an executioners drumroll.
the cloying smell of stale beer, cigarettes and too much aftershave hit my nostrils as I pass the bouncer noticing grazes on his knuckles and the slow, repetitive clench of his stubbled jaw as he chews on gum.