Son of Happy Hour

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Is Eddie still in a great mood? Why yes he is! He's also behind the bar in an apron.

"Good evening, ladies and gentleman. Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour. Specials tonight on tequila, nonalcoholic drinks and anything with Jagermeister in it."

"Step right up, don't be shy, there's enough booze for everybody."

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[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie considers. "Would you mind taking a look at it? I'm not sure we want it destroyed, but none of us are wizards, and all we can do is stare at the fucker."

Living with Roland has given Eddie the ability to hear capital letters. "Open it?"

[young_tmriddle]

I'd be happy to look at it, as long as you think you can handle what might come out.

I'm an Opener, Eddie, by way of being Door's consort. I find and open doors where there are none.

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie...gapes. "I coulda used you a coupla weeks ago." He pulls a leather bundle from under the bar; a holster with a belt shiny with bullets wrapped around it. "Me an' the widowmaker can kill most things that die. You up for checking it out tonight?"

[young_tmriddle]

Certainly. I have my wand to add to the firepower, so to speak. When would you like to try?

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie looks around. "My shift is about up." (Whee, Millitime.) "Wanna go now? I can grab my jacket in about ten seconds."

[young_tmriddle]

*He drinks the rest of his bourbon.*

Lead on.

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

"Boss." Eddie runs to his room for his jacket, then leads the way. (http://www.livejournal.com/users/no_prisoner/6202.html)