Whatever was happening over at the door, did not concern him in the slightest. Except for how he had to go to the door to get out of this establishment. That meant it did concern him, just a little bit. But he could always wait till whatever it was that was causing such a commotion over there was gone and he could safely escape from this place and back to his flat. His nice, safe, clean, flat.
(Because seriously. This bar was dirty. Of course, it’s not like Simon Amstell had really expected much better, seeing as it was a bar, and filled with louts, but really. Did it even abide by general hygiene standards? Somehow, he expected the owners may have been bribing any inspectors that had happened to come and inspect the place. Or simply disposing of them in some horrible way. Perhaps they ate them, to get rid of the evidence. That would be kind of cool, in a kind of ‘I can’t look away’ sort of way.)
Simon Amstell eyed the person tending the bar uneasily. What if they were planning to do away with him too?
With a mental sigh, Simon Amstell reminded himself that he was not actually an inspector. And there most likely was not a cannibal ring operating in this bar.
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Date: 2008-11-01 05:23 am (UTC)Whatever was happening over at the door, did not concern him in the slightest. Except for how he had to go to the door to get out of this establishment. That meant it did concern him, just a little bit. But he could always wait till whatever it was that was causing such a commotion over there was gone and he could safely escape from this place and back to his flat. His nice, safe, clean, flat.
(Because seriously. This bar was dirty. Of course, it’s not like Simon Amstell had really expected much better, seeing as it was a bar, and filled with louts, but really. Did it even abide by general hygiene standards? Somehow, he expected the owners may have been bribing any inspectors that had happened to come and inspect the place. Or simply disposing of them in some horrible way. Perhaps they ate them, to get rid of the evidence. That would be kind of cool, in a kind of ‘I can’t look away’ sort of way.)
Simon Amstell eyed the person tending the bar uneasily. What if they were planning to do away with him too?
With a mental sigh, Simon Amstell reminded himself that he was not actually an inspector. And there most likely was not a cannibal ring operating in this bar.