Having taken his shot of rum and cleared half the crown and coke Martin was in a good mood. Though as much as he tried he couldn't get the last test results he'd been working on out of his head.<br/><br/>"Fuck!" came with a loud thud on the bar. It was the lady bartender, obviously something had set her off. "Now, now there's no need for all that. I'm sure whatever it is can be fixed or replaced or... forgiven." Giving her time to both respond and attend to another customer Martin then continued.<br/><br/>"Bartenders are the poor man's psychiatrist, but what most people forget is that sometimes the bartender needs someone to talk to as well. If you like, when you have the time, I'll listen."