When Danny entered the bar silence would commence for a second. People would scuffle around and then things would go back to their normal ways. There was a booth that was reserved for hm. Whenever he wasn't around the bar would only allow friends sit there. They could never eat there. Only drink. The moment Danny walked through the door anyone who might be drinking there would scuffle off elsewhere. Danny would walk casually over sit down and there'd already be a ice cold beer waiting for him.

This was a Thursday night. There was a game on. The usual crowd of people. Danny came in later than usual. People were already pretty buzzed. As he walked over to his booth the folks said hi to him. One guy called Charlie said hi to him but looked away quick.

"Hey come here." Danny said.

"yeah danny?"

"You don't look so good."

"I'm alright."

The man next to Charlie turned around. "Charlie's been selling his blood. Tough times. Gotta get money somehow right?"

Danny made a face of sympathy. sighed. Took out a roll of bills and handed half of it to Charlie. "Charlie, next time you need some beer money, just let me know. You don't gotta sell your blood, buddy."

"Thanks, Danny" a wheezy voice said. Danny tapped him twice on the shoulder and continued walking to his booth. He sat down and cracked open the can. He didn't trust beer that didn't come in a can. Could be poisoned. He preferred Coors. Not 

Coors

Light, but the real Coors. Banquet.

A blad meaty man in a sleeveless vest came and sat opposite of Danny. Leaned in and whispered. This man was Lee, Danny's seargent in arms. Mos people got their news from feeds. Facebook. Twitter. Instagram. Danny came into the bar and got his news from Lee.

He nodded while siping. Scanning his eyes across the bar. Listening.