Scumdogs - Episode 1

There was something about that canine, a glint in its eye as if it knew something nobody else did...

It was around 2am and Sally was making her way to the gay bar to see if her friend Pete had gone there. Pete had been taking Pro Plus all day, and it was making him erratic. They'd met earlier that evening for a few drinks and a snack at Malcolm's Bar, in the city centre. She'd noticed right away that Pete wasn't quite his usual self: he seemed on edge; anxious. When she asked him what was wrong, he seemed reluctant to talk about it and was eager to change the subject. She pressed him further, herself becoming anxious as to what was troubling her friend.
"German Shepherd issues", he replied. "You wouldn't understand."

Now, she was at the front the club. A large neon sign read "ELECTRIC SIX". Pete had mentioned the club before. It was a venue he had frequented a lot during his student years, and there was the possibility he had wound up here on this rainy Saturday night.
"Men only", the bouncer announced as she approached the door. "Sorry, love".
"Please, I'm looking for my friend. I think he came here. Can I just quickly go in and check?"
"Ok, on you go, doll, but make it quick", the bouncer replied. As she entered, she began to ponder just what Pete had told her in O'Leary's bar, shortly before he made a swift exit without telling her. She was still clutching the jacket he'd left on the seat. There were hairs stuck to it. Possibly a black labrador, maybe even a collie, but there was no mistaking them - they were dog hairs.