The tall man sighed softly as he mixed up a drink, tossing the mixer around in a display of his skill and comfort behind the bar. He poured the drink over a ball of ice in a small cup then slid the concoction down to the patron it was made for. Gallagher glanced over the bar quietly, paying close attention to the patrons who chattered quietly.

“What can I get for you?” He asked, cracking his neck and trying to play off his tired demeanor.