Eddy took the man at his word. For all the youthful features, there was a telling weariness that Eddy recognized in pretty much every person that found their way here. It was in the shadows around his pale eyes, the faint indentations forming around his pink mouth. They weren't quite stress lines, the skin still too tight to hold onto wrinkles, but Eddy could see how the marks were settling in like an under sketch.<br/><br/>The boy looked like he had a hell of a rough day. Eddy wouldnt begrudge him by ending it at the bottom of the bottle. And even if he wasnt of age, it wasnt like Eddy would get in trouble. The liquor license hanging on the wall was a fake and there hadnt been a single inspection since he opened the place.<br/><br/>Behind him, the army of bottles seemed to make it's own wall. The collection extended the full length of the bar and stacked up on shelves nearly to the ceiling. The more common and recognizable brands were clustered in a separate group for ease of access. Eddy bypassed them completely as he reached for a dusty foreign label, the bottle dark and 3/4ths full.<br/><br/>"Sure kid," Eddy said as he pulled out two glass tumblers and poured the amber liquid, two fingers of whiskey in each one.<br/><br/>It wasn't the strongest thing he had, that would be the truly terrible moonshine that he bought from a one eyed grandma at a Lousiana gas station. It could be used as a substitute for jet fuel, but since he didnt want to kill the poor guy, the whiskey from Glasgow would do.<br/><br/>Eddy didnt say anything as cheesy as 'bottoms up' as he knocked it back in two gulps, his vodka left forgotten on the wayside. He made it a policy to always share a glass whenever someone ordered the hard stuff because that sort of misery needed company.<br/><br/>The liquor tasted like fresh shoe polish with hints of spice, hit the throat like a sucker punch and burned all the way down. It was only by years of self destructive practice that kept Eddy from coughing his lungs out, but he couldnt help but sniff from the fumes filling his sinuses.<br/><br/>"So..." he said, voice notably rougher, "bad day?"