Two more, then.  That'd do it.  He could feel it becoming harder to think, to separate his thoughts and voice them properly; a nice, deep, coma-like sleep would be fantastic later, even if it meant his head would feel like exploding in the morning.  Luke gave a soft hum as he took another sip, then Eddy's words sank in.<br/><br/>They'd been soft, barely said, little more than a mild suggestion.  He stared at Eddy, grey-blue eyes taking a little longer to truly focus and be as alert and bright as when he'd first walked in the door, but once he was able to pay attention, all of it was on the older man.  Was he actually curious?  Did he really want to know...?  Or was he just asking because, well, that's what bartenders do...?<br/><br/>Eddy spoke again, his voice back to its rough, gruff state, and Luke had to hide half a smile.  So just to keep chatting, then... That was fine.  The young man shrugged once more, and fiddled with the frayed hems of his hoodie sleeves.  It might have been a brighter, deeper blue at one point, but now it was muted and worn.<br/><br/>"Well... I got fired today," he sighed, picking up the glass and staring at it before downing just a little bit more.  "Didn't like the job, you know, just something to do, to make some money...  And anyways, last one in is always first one out, right?  So maybe should've seen it coming."  Luke put the glass down a little harder than he meant to, the half-empty tumbler making a sloshy clink against the wood.<br/><br/>"And I still have bills, like everybody.  So not a fun thing to have happen, but... I guess that's that."  Rent was due still, and he had most of it...  well, less now that he was drinking, but he could still cover half.  And maybe he could see if his ex-boss would send over half his last paycheck, or the whole one...<br/><br/>Luke rubbed his eyes, then focused on Eddy again, letting his gaze rove over the myriad of dazzling tattoos.  He spoke softly, slower now, almost like he was talking to himself.  "I could get a better job if I was back in school, but you gotta have good money, and you don't get good money without a good job, and you don't, um, you don't get a good job without a good education... and blah blah blah."<br/><br/>He smiled again, just a quick flash of teeth and dimples, then finished the glass, only coughing slightly at the end.  The warmth was pretty much settled, turning into a very comfortable numbness, which he was thankful for.  It let him say stupid things without being too embarrassed, let him pretend maybe the other wanted to hear him blabber about nothing.  "It's not important."<i>I'm not important.  </i>Just a customer.