"You've no idea what you're talking about mate, alright? I did you a favour, and you don't even know it," the barman replied, looking at Danny, then shaking his head as he returned to the task of picking up glass.

Danny's face was blank now, expressionless, and he said nothing as he pocketed his pay and headed outside to light a cigarette. He'd been trying to quit, but the world seemed dead set on giving him a reason to light up another and another.