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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[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie grumbles, grumblishly. "Just try it, sister. I have the hose." There's a hose that goes with the sink, for washing dishes.

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

"Ah, well. We'll let you get away with it, this time." Cuthbert says magnanimously.

After telling Roland last night, it feels good--better than good--to be standing here with friends who can simply share in their joy. And so he just stands between Susan and Alain and grins like an idiot at all of them, drinking it in.