[while he should be at his club, overseeing the 'fuck Christmas' crowd that has nowhere else to go but out dancing even on a holiday, Alastair takes time out for one very small thing. And lingers near the back, standing, so that if he feels like it, he can take off and disappear into the night and no one would know any better.
The last time he tried this was his first Christmas in the City, three years ago. Why he's trying it again, he doesn't know, but there he is, trying to reconnect to anything from his Croatian roots. He slips among people easily, wrapped in a long coat, and tries not to make eye contact, but often fails.]
Christmas service
The last time he tried this was his first Christmas in the City, three years ago. Why he's trying it again, he doesn't know, but there he is, trying to reconnect to anything from his Croatian roots. He slips among people easily, wrapped in a long coat, and tries not to make eye contact, but often fails.]