Gallagher stood, illuminated by the dim lights of the now almost barren bar, polishing his assortment of glasses.

He felt his gaze linger on you; one of the final guests there - and, to even his surprise, still drinking.

His frown deepening with concern, he made you another drink. He slid it across the bar, his voice gruff yet soft.

"This one's on the house. Be sure to finish up after this though, yeah?"