[[ Fast Eddies is quiet. Quieter than usual, anyhow. Too many people caught up in The Gourds probably. Quinn leans back against the bar, elbows rested on it. She's been nursing the same glass of beer for damn near an hour.
"You wanna talk about it kid?" Eddie says; as if she can't remember the day he started working here. Fresh faced and barely twenty-two. He looks older than her now though. They all do. They all will. Except...
She hums. "Not really," she says with a shrug; depositing the half-drunk glass of warmth into his outstretched hand. "You still get ya ear to the ground, yea? Figurin' out who did it to him?"
Eddie nods and pours them both a shot of whiskey. The good stuff. As good as it can get in a dingy bar like this. "'Ave I done ye wrong yet, kid?" he replies, grinning like a madman and clinking his glass with hers. "Now get goin! ya sour mood scarin' 'way me customers." ]]
