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For ThnksFrThMmrs87 – a shoulder to cry on
Placing the blame
"Man, where is your head tonight?" Flack took one shot, then another, then cleared the table. Again.
Danny emptied his glass. Again. "Sorry – got things on my mind."
"I can see that. You need to move on, Dan. If you don't let go, you're going to crash and burn."
Flack tried to avoid the strained face, but heard the muttered, "Too late."
He stood up, this time staring straight into Danny's eyes. "What did you do, Messer?"
"I fucked up. Good. And I don't know what to do next."
Flack bent over the table again, saying shortly, "Make it right."
A/N: Ooops, maybe not so much a shoulder! More a boot up the --