I was stood outside having a cig with my mate, when two men came to join us. Both were heavily scarred in the facial region and had shaved heads. They were talking heatedly and seemed to be arguing needlessly. My friend happened to laugh at the wrong moment, and the smaller skin head turned to me and said 'What you sayin'? You callin' D-Wing?' I realised that there was some kind of prison based argument going on and replied 'No, I'm sure that D-Wing is lovely.'. There was a long tense silence, then the smaller man said 'Naa this kids safe, I'm gettin' him a drink'. He then dragged me to the bar, got me a drink and then left. I think that it was the closest I've ever come to actually being killed by someone!