Why not stop by the pub for a quick pint, then straight off to Lord Barraclough.

From Create Your Own Story

You push through the door to the pub and the sound of rowdy singing assaults you. The place smells like cheap gin and piss. You’re not adverse to a bit of rough. Your eyes scan the crowds...

... and catch on the buxom young doxy before the piano.

...snagging on a youth hovering alone next to the bar.

... nothing interesting here tonight. You head for the bar.