Eddy shrugged yet again, now working on his third scotch and feeling much looser. It would have been better if the lady left the bottle, but this place was too classy to allow that sort of low brow drinking. People hardly came here to get drunk afterall.<br/><br/>"Not bad," Eddy said, meaning he had barely any business at all, though that was never the point of it, "I've been meeting some interesting people."<br/><br/>Though when he said people he only meant one person. Sure he was slowly learning about his other patrons, the weird semi-regulars that would come in and haunt the place, but only by bits and pieces. None had grabbed his attention like Luke had, though none were as pretty as him.<br/><br/>Eddy looked into his glass as his mouth filled with more words, wanting to speak more about Luke and his freckles. If he still could work he would have carved the boy out of black marble and set a fire opal for every single freckle, so much more dynamic than diamonds. They would flare blue or red or white depending on the angle.<br/><br/>It would be such delicate work, and Eddy would want to make sure it was accurate as possible, plotting each spot like a star. It would have taken forever. It would have been beautiful, maybe his best work.<br/><br/>But no, it would never exist now.<br/><br/>"One in particular..." he said, the words coming slow and ponderous.