Eddy pretended to care about professionalism by adhering to the loosest sense of a uniform. Namely black shirt, clean jeans, or the cleanest jeans he can manage to find in his laundry pile. Whatever, as long as they didnt have holes, though the majority of them were getting tighter by the month. The black t shirt was suffering the same fate, stretched as it was across the rapid swelling of his belly more tightly then he was wholly comfortable with. At least it stayed properly snug around his biceps, and Eddy was still vain enough to be proud of the definition of his arms and how well they displayed his wide array of tattoos.<br/><br/>His left arm was a riot of blacks and reds, motifs of skulls, snakes and bleeding poppies cascading from beneath his sleeve down to his wrist. His right arm was less thematic and cohesive with a smattering of images disconnected from each other. A sword on his inner forearm, a neat column of Roman numerals on the swell of his bicep encircled by an olive wreath, a huge beetle sitting just above that colored a stark and blaring blue, a tiny triangle on the back of his hand so faded it could be mistaken for a birthmark.<br/><br/>The sword flexed as Eddy put down his drink, his attention turning away from the tv to the unlikely customer that just wandered in out of the rain. If the newcomer was observant he might notice that it was an exact rendering of the 6 Fingered Sword from Princess Bride, though Eddy didnt know if the kid was old enough to get the reference.<br/><br/>He looked incredibly young dripping in the doorway, all freckles and big doe eyes like a puppy looking for a safe place to stay. Eddy's seedy bar wasnt the kind of establishment meant for someone as sweet looking as that, but there wasnt anyone else here and Eddy wasnt so heartless to throw him back out into the cold.<br/><br/>"If I'm here, then it's open," Eddy answered easily, propping himself up into less of a careless slouch but still mindful of the swinging lights above his head. He should really shorten them one of these days. "The question is are<i>you</i>old enough to be in here?"<br/><br/>He didnt say it meanly, just an inquiry if the boy was over 21, his tone gentle if slightly tactless. Even if he wasnt, Eddy could still offer him a soda or something. He kept a pack of diet cola for Havier who refused to give up his weekly Jack and Coke despite being borderline diabetic.