Rich was glad the young made a feeble attempt to joke. Richard tossed three shillings in the counter toward the barkeep. "Matt another pint  of Guinness for my mate here."<br/><br/>Matt poured the man a frothy beer in a frosted mug. "Here ya are mate, enjoy."<br/><br/>Richard turned his stool facing the man that was about two years younger and looked ripe for the picking.<br/><br/>"Mate, try me. I know ya need a shoulder. Family, not understood, I know your upset and need to unload or ya'll explode. There are plenty of lovely Dolls in the pub and ya ain't taken your eyes from the counter. I has me a think, ya not into the fair sex. I ain't look'n for a fight. Your just about my type."