Danny had to think about his answer for a moment, trying to think of what was going on both in and out of the bar.<br/><br/>“This Sunday?<em>Think</em>there’s gonna be a local snooker tournament on at another bar, kinda wanna go see that. Used to enter em myself, really should…” He thought about it, then shrugged as if to dismiss the idea. Maybe next time.<br/><br/>“My life’s prolly borin compared t’ yours.” The barman tried to laugh, whether he was right or not. Not that he minded. He had his little niche in life, a lone haven in this busy city, and that was okay.