Settling back down, sitting on the bar stool next to Steve as he rest one arm on the bar and the other picked up his drink, Danny had to chuckle as his new friend asked if this was his local.<br/><br/>“This place? Yeah, I guess it is.” The man shrugged before he took a drink, the whiskey warming him from the inside out. If Steve hadn’t been here, he’d have downed it in one and then asked for another - but he had to show some level of self-restraint, even if he was always nervous about the things to come. Mostly about the stability of his job, when it came to it.<br/><br/>“Prolly weird for ya, hm? I work all night in a bar, come home, then spend my day off in<em>this</em>bar.”<br/><br/><strong>”Cause we’re better!”</strong>The bar manager jokingly called over from where he was stood, having just overheard the conversation as he’d passed on by through to the back room. Danny shook his head with a laugh, then put his attention back on Steve.<br/><br/>“I don’t live too far from either, so it’s only a short walk.” He explained further.