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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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Eddie gets her a hot mug of coffee and sets it on the Bar. "When did you find out?"

"A few days ago." She sips at the coffee.

Eddie nods. "What have you been doing since?"

"Drinking. I returned here a few hours after my husband died...about a half hour after my ex...and I can't get out."

"Do you have a room?"

She nods.

"That's good."

"People get Bound here a lot, but it's obviously worse for you, in the situation you're in. Still, maybe you can lay low for a little bit."

"You said your ex-boyfriend comes here. Is he likely to harm you or anybody else?"

"No he...he only harms people when he has to. For national security. I mean, he was a nice guy he's just tied up with his field work."

Eddie nods, slowly, trying to peice this together without asking to many painful questions. "Ok." He thinks. "Have you eaten recently?"

[OOC: I can't find an IM contact for you--how do you feel about Eddie having the Bar cut Audrey off for the next few days?]

"I don't think I have."

"Do you think you could?"

[OOC: The booze--giving her orange juice or coffee instead of alcohol despite what she ordered.]

"I could probably do for some food, yeah."

"All right." Eddie tries to think of something light that will sit well with all the alcohol in her system. "Bar, how about some toast, and water? Maybe some light broth?"

She obliges.

Audrey genuinely smiles at him. "Thank you. You're a very good bartender."

Eddie smiles back. "Thank you."

He hesitates, then asks. "I'm going to ask Bar not to give you any more alcohol for a couple days, ok? You're going to make yourself very sick, if you keep this up." If she doesn't like it, he'll do it after she goes anyway. Sneaky evil man.

"If you need someone to talk to, I live in the Staff Quarters," he points at the door, "and there's a shrink named Venkman who advertised on the board. He can come off a little bit like a game show host, but he's a good guy at heart," Eddie explains. Canon puncture helps. "I know a lot of people don't like shrinks, but they listen to people talk for a living, so if you need someone." He shrugs.

She nods. "I know. I should talk to someone but...it's just so hard to deal by myself."

Eddie nods. "But keeping stuff inside just lets it turn to poison." He really hopes her husband wasn't poisoned. "The longer you hold onto it, the more of a secret to be kept it starts to seem like, while it's just making you sicker and sicker."

[OOC: I have to go at 12, wrap or slowtime?]

"I think that's what Jack did. My ex-boyfriend. He kept things inside and he didn't really deal with them. That's why he's the way he is now."

Eddie nods. "A lot of people have the idea that talking about how they feel makes them weak. That's bullshit, to my mind. What makes you weak, makes you vulnerable, is having to keep that secret, and how ripped open you are when someone finally gets at it."

"He seems to think he's beyond therapy. Not that he doesn't think he needs it, but that he's convinced it won't do anything to help. And I don't know why he thinks that. But I guess all I can do is try not to be like him."

Eddie nods. "Right now, you gotta worry about your own problems before anybody else's. There are times when there's no sin in looking out for yourself first."

"Yeah," she says, a little tiredly. "I'm really sorry, Eddie, but I think the alcohol's gotten to me. I should go lie down."

"No, it's fine. That's kind of what I was leading up to. Get some rest."

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