Precious stopped chopping to stare at him in disbelief, knife held over half a strawberry.<br/><br/>"No fucking way, he just... talked to you?" Precious asked, confused.<br/><br/>Eddy's bar was another one of his weird rituals. He only opened it up to justify his alcoholism, which came with a lot of arbitrary rules. He didnt allow himself to drink in the apartment and he didnt allow himself to drink during the day, which seemed sort of acceptable except that he spent his entire night in the bar<i>every</i>night because he had a business to run, thus able to drink however much he wanted whenever he wanted.<br/><br/>He didnt care for making money or bringing in customers. Hell, Precious had seen him drive away customers with his unfriendliness. Then all of a sudden he's bringing home twinks like he hadnt spend the last 5 years of his life growling at everyone around him. Though to be fair, not many twinks visited his bar.<br/><br/>"Yeah um, can you get the yogurt from the fridge. He actually cant eat the bacon and eggs, his cholesterol is off the charts, just......." Precious had to stop and shake her head in disbelief, "you sure we're talking about the same guy? 6'4, tattoos, crazy beard, needs a haircut, kind of a total asshole?"<br/><br/>She loved Eddy, he changed her entire life. But he really was an asshole most of the time.