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[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie's behind the bar.
Now if there's a smile on my face; it's only there tryin' to fool the public
Eddie looks happy. Eddie looks bright, and smart-assed, and ready to rock.
but when it comes down to foolin' you; Now honey, that's quite a different subjectBACK BY POPULAR DEMANDBut don't let my glad expression, give you the wrong impressionInstant Happy HourReally I'm sad; I'm sadder than sadYOUR OWN COCKTAIL, invented on the spot.You're gone and I'm hurtin' so bad; Like a clown I pretend to be gladGive me a NAME, and I'll give you a DRINK.Now there's some sad things known to man, but ain't too much sadder thanStump me and DRINK FREE FOR THE EVENING.the tears of a clown...when there's no one around
Eddie's the bartender, and here he is. Doing his goddamned job. Step right up.

[EDIT: Plz God no more threads. Work tomorrow.]

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[shelley_winters]

Shelley eyes the sign with interest as she hops up onto a barstool.

"Cocktail inventing? Great idea."

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie beams, smugly. "Thanks. What'll you have?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard bellies up to the Bar, smiling.

"Long time, no see, 'tender."

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

"Hey boss." Also smiling.

"Yeah, it has been a while. How do you like my gimmick?"

[buddyofchrist.livejournal.com]

Biff grins at the sign.

"Gimme a Buddy of Christ."

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie gives him a glass of vodka and Mountain Dew; a combination of Jesus is Here (http://www.webtender.com/db/drink/3122) and Buddy (http://www.webtender.com/db/drink/2789).

"Err. Sorry."

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

A man with a horse (or rather, a horse named Horse) walks up and sits down.

"Nothing for him. Could I get..."

He looks at the drink board and blink, before scratching at his ear.

He grins.

"A Godslayer?"

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

"Well," Eddie considers. "Atlantean is the drink of choice for immortals, so we'll start with that... and, um, I can't think of anything you could mix with that to make it more lethal except maybe Janx Spirit." He mixes a shot.

There's green smoke.

"Here you go... although honestly if you aren't a god, I wouldn't suggest you drink it. Or, you know, look directly at it."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

A skeleton cannot help himself.

"I'll have an Other please."

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

"You have to order your first, first."

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie sits at the bar--it's been far too long since he's talked to Eddie.

"Hey, Eddie--our own drink, eh? How about . . . a bloody rock god?"

He refrains from giggling. Barely.

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie gives a Bloody Passion (http://www.webtender.com/db/drink/4719) with a brief shot of Atlantean, over ice.

This gives it a slightly unnerving eldritch red glow. "How've you been, Charlie?"

[fearless-ferret.livejournal.com]

"Cocktails, huh?" says a boy who is pretty much obviously about five years below drinking age. He postures cockily, leaning against the bar. "I like the way you think, my man. Very manly. Us men, we think of these things. How about hooking a brother up with a Red Headed Supergirl, huh?"

He grins at Eddie, stroking the nearly invisible blonde peach fuzz on his chin. The naked mole rat on his shoulder looks distinctly exasperated.

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie gives him a glass of tomato juice with a stalk of spinach stuck in it. "Eat all your spinach, and you'll be super just like Popeye, little sister."

[song_tra_bong]

As attached as she is to Bloody Marys, it's always fun to try something new.

"How about a Sweetheart of the Song Tra Bong?"

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie mixes her is based on a Sweet Heart (http://www.webtender.com/db/drink/2036") and puts it into a canteen. He grins. "To be honest, this is mostly just a Sweet Heart. I could've been a little more creative, but I thought you should try it." It's a... feminine cocktail, but not a girly one.

[young_tmriddle]

Tom hasn't had time to visit Milliways on a Wednesday for far too long. He walks over, reads the sign, and grins.

"Hullo, Eddie. I was going to ask for a scotch, but now I'm feeling adventurous. How about either a Former Future Dark Lord or an Opener?"

His grin widens.

"It's damn good to see you again."

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie makes him an Eye Opener (http://www.webtender.com/db/drink/346), minus the egg yolk. "You're damn lucky this isn't the original."

He grins back. "It's good to see you too."

[badinlatin]

"Wèi, Eddie - haven't spoken to you for a spell," Mal starts cheerfully enough.

"Buddha Kitty?"

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

...Eddie's brain is tired. "I think you win, Captain."

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah simply couldn't resist something like this.

She smiled brightly, elbows on the bartop, chin on her hands, "Mmm, how about..." A pause to think, "A Happy Thundercloud?"

Considering that she was wearing a purple tanktop with a little cartoon thundercloud, complete with sparkly gold lightning bolt, the name shouldn't really have been any surprise.

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Whiskey, gin, brandy and orange juice. "There you go! I'm Eddie."

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

Seven and a half feet of teenager (developmentally. She's older than most of the people in the bar) gets the gist of the sign and waits patiently (face turned so that only the right shows).

"Teenage death goddess?"

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

"Raspberry vodka, peach schnapps, and 151 rum in Coca-cola." He slides it across the Bar. "'M Eddie."

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Sheppard heads over to a barstool, eyeballing the sign carefully. "...Huh. Think you could make a Puddlejumper?"

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie closing up for the night, but cuts over to set Sheppard up. "Betcher ass."

He sets up a series of shots. Whiskey, vodka, gin, passoa, orange juice. "Puddles. Jump 'em."