Steve's head flew to Killian's direction and his mouth turned up into a little smirk. "Well, well, Danno. Look who the cat dragged in." He approached the bar and asked for two bottles of beer, passing the bartender a bill as he glanced over at Killian, his grin expanding when the pirate asked if they had any money left. He waited until he had the beers before he turned back to Danny, handing him one so they could walk over closer to Killian and at least say hello. He certainly had no reason to be suspicious of him, pirate or not. It wasn't like he could do much pillaging in a dump like Lincoln River.
"Just my weekly allowance," He responded playfully, taking a swig from the bottle. It was nice, having a good cold drink after a long, uneventful day on the job. He pulled a nearby stool out and plopped himself onto it, nodding over to Danny. "I'm gonna have to be borrowing my lunch money from him until payday, though." He took another swig from the bottle, glancing around the bar for a moment. It was certainly suited to it's purpose. Nothing too fancy, nothing too sporty. Just a place where people could drop in and get wasted.
Glancing back to Danny, he managed a smile, nodding for him to grab the stool next to his. "We could have your bachelor party here, my man. I don't know where we'll put the strippers, but I'm just they won't mind working on the bar counter." He was kidding, of course, because he knew Danny would never show up to his own bachelor party if he even suspected that there would be strippers there. He was just too upstanding of a guy for that to happen. Steve was a good fella, but he imagined if he ever got married, he'd definitely want some strippers at his stag party.