Double Barrel
The Loggerheads pub
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The public bar was quiet now. Harry and Bobby wandered around, emptying ashtrays into the bin and picking up empties. Harry nipped through to the lounge next door then the skittle alley at the back. He crossed the yard and opened the toilet doors shouting ‘ay there!’ and having a quick look around. ‘All’s quiet on the Western Front,’ he muttered to himself.
He walked back into the bar. ‘Get off with yoursel,’ he told Bobby.
Bobby nodded and picked up his keys. ‘Bye, Harry,’ he said. Then he turned back, as if he had something more to say. But, if he had, he must have thought better of it, shaking his head and heading upstairs to bed.
Harry locked the front door. He looked around the public bar; it was littered with the remnants of a really g
