Guy smiled to himself. The phones of the day were ridiculous, but to be able to take pictures, that was a damned good invention. The picture was chaste and cheeky, and very much something Neil would probably blush over later. But it made Guy believe there were no hard feelings, so that was good.

He appeared at the club a while later, looking quite like himself again. He finished his cigarette hurriedly before going inside and set out to look for Neil.