The dog days were in full swing and the city baked in its sticky heat, the concrete jungle steamy with exhaust and fumes. It was hell for those without central heating, and Eddy really should install some AC, he had the money and resources to pay someone else to do it, but for some reason he kept on forgetting.<br/><br/>Stupid him, as he was the only one willing to suffer the heat for a cold drink in the dark bar. Not even the die hard regulars were coming around, but Eddy was a creature of habit and he had a bar to run, if only for himself<br/><br/>He sat behind the bar with his hair tied up, wearing a tank top and cargo shorts and flip flops on his feet. His tattooed skin gleamed with a fine sheen of sweat, the occasional droplet running down his neck to pool along his collarbones or make its lazy way down his back. The light of the tablet reflected off the shine, glowing digital white in the beads and the square lenses of his glasses. It was an entirely different feel than the last time Luke had come across him in the bar.<br/><br/>Eddy didnt hear his approach over the whirr of the fans and nearly fell out of his seat when he looked up.<br/><br/>"Luke!" he gasped and like an idiot, knocked over his long island ice tea. It spilled across the bar counter and Eddy cursed as he rescued his tablet from its sticky fate. It was propped up on a kick stand but Eddy felt better safe than sorry, not when he was finally getting somewhere with it.<br/><br/>"Ah, fucking dammit," he cursed. He hadnt expected to see Luke again, but even so he didnt want their meeting to start like this. "Shit! Luke... uh hi!"<br/><br/>He fumbled as he tried to find a place to set the thing down but his eyes kept glancing back to Luke, as if he couldnt quite believe he was there. Eventually he managed to put it down and find a wash clothe to clean up his mess.<br/><br/>"Fuck, sorry. Hi...." he said, cheeks burning in sweaty mortification.