After Ashley's eventful meeting earlier that day, he had began to stress. He didn't know what it was but everyone who looked at him seemed, to him, to be staring down at him, eyes narrowed aggresively as they examined each inch of him.

There was only one thing to do in this situation. Go to the pub. Ashely's flatmates were less than enthusiastic to go so he called a friend of his frrom across the city. He said he would meet Ashely at eight O clock at the local pub.

So, alone, Ashley made his way to The Three Bulls pub on Kings Cross road. He was lucky that he knew the pub relatively well as if he didn't he wouldn't have dared to go there.

There was music coming from within when Ashley arrived. Some metal band was playing and, to Ashley, it sounded rather good. He pushed the door open and stepped in. Several burly men at the bar looked up at him but Ashley nodded to the barman who smiled and began to pour him a pint.