The Beetle putted down the road with Sam driving one hand on the wheel the other holding a can of coke from which he was sipping. The cassette was playing Year of the Cat at rather a loud volume. He could see the pub up ahead with a crowd gathering outside.<br/><br/>Seems he had come to the right place and he half smiled, he had half expected the man to lie to him. Maybe there was an honest man in the world after all, what a unsettling thought. He parked the Beetle and climbed out, stretching his legs as he did so.<br/><br/>He smiled at a pair of pretty young women walked past and got blanked. No surprise there, after all if a rat could turn into a human it would look like Sam. Small, wiry dressed in a crumpled leather jacket, off white shirt a pair of somewhat stained jeans he was not an impressive sight.<br/><br/>But it was time to mingle and slipping through crowds was something of a skill he had. He walked through the crowd, he could smell the various scents, food, drink, cigs, humans and of course the smell of those like him. He debated for a moment or two about seeking one out. But maybe it would be best to let it happen, packs could be somewhat territorial and he did not want to appear pushy.<br/><br/><br/>