The Sum of All Happy Hours

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

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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[mr-brautigan.livejournal.com]

"Go on." A pause. "I've got reading to do."

He looks at Eddie's Mets cap, now askew. He feels sick.

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie straightens it.

He's not taking it off for a while.

Like, a year.

"Night, Ted." He takes his gun out from behind the bar and walks out into the Staff Wing, his shoulders bowed.