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Eddie comes out of the staff hallway, humming absently to himself, with an unusual number of shaving nicks, and a band-aid on a particularly nasty under the corner of his jaw.

Still! He did it all by himself, like a big boy!

He throws a towel over his shoulder and begins his research in the Bartender's Bible and attendent volumes, then chalks up the night's specials:

After Eighteen
Crimson Death
Leaning Tower

Somebody's pre-occupied. "Happy Hour is open, my fellow Milliwaysians. What's your poison?"

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Yup. I swear, we got more visitors in a week than we've gotten since we moved. More weeping women and angry turtles and large aurors than you can shake a stick at.

*He sighs.*

How were things out here? Any trouble for you?

Eddie shakes his head. "Not that I heard about. There was a fight outback but Tim kept an eye on it."

I heard about that. Stupid fucking wankers.

*Why, yes, he is picking up his fiancée's speech patterns, why d'you ask?*

Been meaning to speak to you. How're you feeling lately?

Eddie smiles, faintly. "Okay." He gestures at his face. "Shaved myself today. Like a big boy."

I see that. Not bad.

*He grins.*

How d'you feel about being management, permanently?

Eddie grins. "Fine with me."

Well, then.

I'll put up a notice tomorrow.

*He holds out a hand to shake.*

Assistant Manager at the Bar at the End of the Universe isn't too bad a position to be in. Believe me. It's a lot less trouble than Head Barman with twice the fun.

Eddie laughs and shakes. "What's the job exactly?"

Eh. Same thing you already do, except some of the employees'll know to come to you for permission about minor stuff that I don't have time for. you have authority over them where you previously didn't.

*He looks down at Bar, fingers running over her surface slowly.*

Also, there's the issue of succession.

Eddie glances down at the Bar. "So if--"

"Huh."

Most likely.

You never really know till--

Anyway. Figure you might as well get used to the way things are run from this end. In case.

Eddie nods. "Sure. It's--I guess I think of you as pretty permanent around here."

So do I. But people thought of Sirius as permanent too.

*A grin*

Also, I've gotta have someone reliable to take over when I'm on my honeymoon.

Eddie grins back. "She's letting you go for it? That's terrific."

She is.

*A sly look.*

And someone's gotta be Bound for that three weeks so she's up and running.

"Oh?"

Eddie grins. "Well... it'd be an experience."

It would be bad if it coincided with their plans for the Academy. On the other hand, the honest truth is there's just about fuckall he could do in a firefight these days, and the Bar is as good a place to sweat it out as any.

Don't look worried. We're not getting married till August 7th. Plenty of time to settle in.

"You set a date, though. That's great."

*He smiles warmly*

Yeah. Things on that end are really, really good. We've been waiting for the other shoe to drop for a while now.

I almost begin to believe it won't after all.

"There's always a shoe waiting somewhere. Long may you continue to dodge them," Eddie says profoundly.

I live my entire life evading lurking stilettos.

Eddie laughs, then sobers.

"I want to say I respect you a lot for taking your time under house arrest like that."

*He looks confused as he pours himself another shot.*

...Well, I broke the rules. I'd fucking do it again, too, and spend twice as long in the flat, if I had to. Weaselly little fucker.

Eddie shrugs. "When you give an outlaw authority, it can go either way--best of both worlds or the worst. I've seen both. More of the latter, to be honest. It's good to see it proved that you obey the rules you set out."

Well, what's the point of having rules if you don't obey them? I mean, yeah, there are a load of rules on the outside that I break with impunity, and with no regrets, but here the rules are basic, and are the rules I follow on the outside as well. It's no chore to follow them here.