You’re quite a handful, that’s what Gallagher thinks. He wipes down the counter and glasses one last time and closes the bar.

The Anon is leaning heavily over the table and Gallagher sighs. That regular visitor who always tries to chat with him. As if he doesn’t have enough to do. But he can’t just leave you there. He’s responsible, after all. Maybe he’s just looking out for you.

Gallagher takes the keys and carefully supports you, helping you to your feet. “Easy now, here.” He leaves the bar supporting you and listens to your quiet muttering from time to time.