<em>It’s only 7pm… Gotta be kiddin’ me…</em><br/><br/>Danny sighed as he heard the usual sputtering of the tap that supplied the house special as he went to pour a test pint after he’d<em>just</em>fixed the thing. Even though it was a favourite of their usual customers, the owner simply didn’t have enough money to spend on complete repairs, so the staff often fought with the old machinery to get it to play nice - a bit of coaxing here, a bit of swearing there, and it usually decided to work. If not, well, there was a reason why they had the local repairman’s number under the bar.<br/><br/>The blonde barman cast a quick look around the bar, making sure that nothing untoward was happening, or about to happen, as he was the only one behind the bar at that particular moment. It wasn’t particularly busy, especially for a Saturday night, but trade would pick up in about an hour or so.<br/><br/>People wanted more modern bars, more modern drinks… Bah. Danny was perfectly happy working where he was.<br/><br/>“C’mon… please?…” He muttered to the tap in a want for it to work, begging whatever deity watched over these kind of things.<br/><br/><br/><br/>