Harris kept to the shadows. He viewed the revellers with a mixture of jealousy and excitement. Soon enough he'd be among them - in the pubs, going to the shops. Too long he'd been cooped up in that bloody prison cell, going stir crazy.
As the town square clock neared midnight, he forced the staff entrance to Derringer's, the small men's clothes store. Inside, it didn't take him long to find a suit on a hanger - navy, smart, not too flash. After changing out of his prison garb, he sat down and raised an imaginary toast.
Happy new fucking year, Skaggerston.