Steve nodded along in between sips of beer.  He was (as usual) watching the rest of the bar in the mirror behind Danny.<br/><br/>"I know what you mean.  I don't see what the problem is with a traditional bar.  Back home, there was this place.."  He trailed off.  "Hey, but you don't want to hear about that."<br/><br/>"Yeah, the job keeps me pretty busy.  You know what it's like, new job, although I'd done it back home, trying to get used to a new place.  Can end up dead tired by the end of a shift."<br/><br/>Steve looked up.  It was clear Danny wanted to know what he did.  "I'm a patrol cop.  Just started at the local precinct.  Done it for like three years and then started here.  And they treat me like a damn rookie."<br/><br/>Steve finished the pint off and looked up.  "Same again, Danny.  One for yourself too."