<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2b/Eddy.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Eddy Hughes (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173794.msg8238220#msg8238220)<br/><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong>Social Worker/Cautiously optimistic<br/><strong>Location:</strong>His Office<br/><strong>Action Summary:</strong>Phone call and packing up<br/><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong>Aaron<br/><strong> Open to Others?:</strong>Sure<br/><br/><br/><hr/>“Working on a Friday night? You? Damn all those ‘when pigs fly’ bets I’ve made are coming due aren’t they?”   His response to the next offer of buying the first round earned a series of thumping, rattling, and a few gasping sounds before Eddy’s voice once more came over the line.  “Sorry, had a bit of a heart attack there, but I seem to be fine now.  No need to go to the hospital, I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”<br/>“Purgatory? This this your clever way of telling me I’m going to hell? No … on 73rd? Yeah I think I know where it ….”<br/>“Hello?... Aaron? … Gah, asshole.” Frowning at his phone Eddy placed it back on the desk.  You’d think he’d be used to his friend hanging up on him by now, but it was still incredibly annoying.  Hot girl or pissed off boyfriend? It was about a seventy thirty split chance.<br/><br/>Did he want to go and try and be social in a crowded bar?  Not really. Should he? Probably.  Standing up from the desk he stretched and stifled a yawn.  If this kept up any more he’d be fielding even more old man jokes.   There was no time to change; the upside of being a guy was that he didn’t need to. Women spent countless hours preparing to go out.  Shoes had to match dresses, make up needed to highlight without flaunting.  Hair? Oh hair was a nightmare, you couldn't just run your fingers and through it and call it good the way he did. Happily the worn jeans and black t-shirt combo he’d worn in that after noon were suitable for a night out.   It wasn't like he actually had to impress anyone.<br/><br/>There WAS time to swing through a drive through.  Burger, fries, alcohol poisoning with his best friend.  Living the high life.  Yay.  Still he was smiling slightly as he locked up the office and headed out to his car.  There were worse ways to start a weekend.