Danny had to sigh and shrug at the comment about the bar not being too busy at the moment.<br/><br/>“It happens. It does get busier in the next few hours, our peak is around 9pm til midnight, sometimes 2am on a good night. We<em>did</em>use to have a quiz night goin every Friday, but we just didn’t have enough turnout to make it worthwhile. Really had some stories from that.”<br/><br/>Danny rest his hands on the bar, checked over his shoulder for his manager lurking, and looked at Steve before his voice lowered.<br/><br/>“People want modern. Don’t need me t’ tell ya that, big city like this. No matter how many certificates I have in flair work, makin things look fancy, people just… want different.” He shook his head. “I wouldn’t change this for the world. Dad was a pub owner, and his dad, so… yeah…” He rubbed the back of his neck and took a step back.<br/><br/>“Bet ya always busy?” He tried to make conversation, tried to figure out what Steve did.