The Sum of All Happy Hours

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Eddie comes in from the Staff Quarters with damp hair and his Ginslinger t-shirt, his gun and gunbelt already tucked into a neat roll that he sets under the bar. He sits on a stool for a while picking his Specials and writes them up on the chalkboard.

"Howdy, all you beautiful folken. Specials tonight are Love Potion #9, the After 18, and that old fav, the Manhattan. Come and get it!"

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[mnt_raph]

*Suddenly...and with no warning, there's a Raph hiding behind the bar.*

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Eddie looks down. "Um?"

[mnt_raph]

*He puts one hand up, hushing the bartender.*

is he looking? don't look! just...be casual.

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Rather than ask, Eddie uses his eyes. He's casual. There is an anthropomorphic turtle in the bar, in a blue motif, with pizza.

"Your brother? He's looking around. Not over here, not now." He washes a few glasses that have built up in the sink.

[mnt_raph]

*Raph sighs in relief. Maybe Leo didn't see him at all.*

thanks man, i'll be outta your way soon enough.

*HE's about to move, when he hears that voice

crap.*