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"The usual?"
Danny always finds himself in this familiar setting, salted peanuts on the counter, dimmed lights and televisions with tonight's games scattered around.
Familiar smile of his only friend around, always willing to listen to any of his rambling.
"Yeah, make it a double. Gonna need it after tonight."
He goes right to pouring Danny's favorite drink as Danny gathers his thoughts. Scotch hit Danny's throat, the warm tickle flowing down to his gut.
"Date not go well, buddy?"
Danny smirks, the bastard knows the answer already yet still asks the obvious.
"No, it didn't, babe...Not at all."