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( eddie shakes his head at the offer. that was his job, he didn’t want to drop it on her. he keeps the bowl between them, plucking out a cherry for himself. ) company, yes. but I can handle closing everything up later.
you sure? i wouldn't mind keeping you company. or helping you close, if you need. ( hup. hopping up onto the stool, folding one leg over the other. damn her shortness. )
( eddie pours the whiskey sour into the two glasses, sliding one over to them. ) you’ve been helping out a lot recently … why?
I mean sure, but... Em. Thank you. [They smile. They sit down at the bar, sighing a little as the pressure was taken off their feet.]
( a quiet ‘uh huh’ in response, like he was processing that piece of information. he broached the topic carefully, tone a tad softer than his usual gruff demeanor. ) things like … ?
ᅠ ᅠ ( the reaction seems to have watered him down a little further. head bows slightly. even his hair looks like it’s flattening. ) i want to. i really do. ‘m just in the middle of — .. relearning some things. ᅠ
( head tilts to the side at the evident excitement it brought out of him just at the mere mention, though brows furrow at his response. ) that’s fine, but you can always stop by for a drink —— hang with some people there.
ᅠ ᅠ oh , totally .ᐟ ( another quick shift. there’s a clear excitement behind eyes now. a little 𝘵𝘰𝘰 much for his own liking currently. voice lowers. ) .. but i’m not ready to show off any skill yet. ᅠ
stood on a step stool in the kitchen, replacing a flickering overhead light while quietly muttering to himself …
“shit, it’s fucking dusty here,” eddie huffs as he enters the crawl space. can’t say he’s been here too often. he glances over at @CEREMONIALBLADE. “you’ve been here the whole time, huh?”
( well, that was awfully bleak … eddie emits a small hum of understanding. he sees how it could lead to restlessness. ) fair enough. don’t know if it’s your scene or not, but ever thought of swinging by the breaker box some night?
ᅠ ᅠ ( it’s gone just as fast as it appeared. a dramatically solemn look passes over features. an even 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 dramatic sigh follows. ) boredom , shocker. boredom. i don’t get too many visitors , y’know .ᐣ ᅠ
sure, 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆. ( he teased, making his way around the bar —— a small bowl of cherries in hand, his whiskey in the other. ) figured I’d join you. ( he settles into a stool, motioning for her to sit. )
i try not to bother you around closing, silly. i figure you’re usually occupied. or else that might have been a part of my answer. ✨ ( she actually meant to come and grab her little treat sooner, but she had finally caved and took a nap. overslept. whoops. )
( eddie emits a quiet chuckle at their evident surprise, throwing several ingredients into the cocktail shaker. ) I always have a drink after hours, don’t worry.
[they blink, processing for a moment.] Ah, sure. B-but closed? [Wren, a person of many words.]
( eddie’s frame leans against the bar, eyeing her with a glint of amusement. ) really? didn’t even want to butter me up and say you wanted to see 𝒎𝒆?
maaaybe. ( a little grin of her own. she’s pretty sure he knows why. she’s not exactly hiding it. ) just wanted to sneak a few cherries before you closed up. 🎶
( he gives them a small grin when they make their way over, and from behind the bar he pulls out two glasses —— setting them down on the counter. ) drink?
[Wren waddles on over to the bar. They don't sit down, he may need them on their feet.] What's up? How can I help ya?