He checked his watch. “Ten to six, I’m early.” He hopped up onto the low wall that fronted the building behind him. The South Bank buzzed with activity. For once the weather was mild and tourists and Londoners alike had taken advantage of the opportunity to get some fresh air. Street sellers had their wares laid out on brightly colored blankets and a caricaturist made lightning fast, uncannily accurate sketches for his customers. On the river, several pleasure boats and tugs chugged up and down. Marty swung his feet, not caring that he was acting like a big kid. Beau was working the night shift so when Alistair had called inviting Marty along to a ‘sub social’ as he called it, he’d jumped at the offer. Christian was joining them along with Kai and a couple of the waitstaff, Ellis and Benjy. Marty remembered Ellis from his first date with Beau at the Club but he didn’t know Benjy. Kai was the bar manager’s sub. Marty was keen to get to know a few more Club members because he guessed that he’d be spending quite a lot of time there with Beau.
