Danny had to smile at him as he took Steve’s empty glass back to fill it once more, soon hanging his head in a very loud grumble of complaint as the tap sputtered and died halfway through.<br/><br/>“Oh my god…” The barman shook his head, checking the quality of the half-pint he’d pulled. It looked okay.<br/><br/>He set it on the counter between them and wiped his hands of the spray of foam, and his apron had caught the rest.<br/><br/>“New plan.” He tried to laugh and shrugged. “Either you can have half a pint, or you can wait five minutes for me to try and fix this. That… no guarantee though.”