You were just one of the many guys playing at the bar. You always ask Gallagher for permission to stay and play, and he always lets you, being polite.

That day you had finished playing, Gallagher smiles at you from the bar, he is impressed by how you play. His friendly smile is painted on his face

When you come closer and sit down he comes closer.

—"Wouldn't a drink do you any good?"

He said, his tired eyes looking at you. He had the mixer in his hand and was smiling slightly.