It was kind of the stranger to help, but the fact that they were both touching the glass only made him more anxious. ...It was also the moment the barman noticed what was happening.

"Jesus, Danny, what are you doing?" the barman said, physically pulling Danny away from the broken glass. "You can't do that, it's a health hazard. I run a bloody bar you idiot."

He pushed a wad of cash into Danny's hand, then nudged him toward the door. "You're done for the day, go home.

He turned to Jag next, gingerly taking the glass from him. "Last drink's on the house mate. Don't worry about this."

Danny looked somewhat mortified, and offered the stranger and apologetic look.