Rochester Inn

[Angelfire]

Eddie groggily stared at the bouquet of scum before him, his good eye was losing and regaining focus like a broken camera lense.

He burped loudly and absently scratched at his eyepatch before moving his hand to scratch his left buttock through his flight suit.

"Shmello eshryone!"
It came out a little differently to how it had sounded in his head, but he continued nonetheless.

"Dang Navy boyloversh took meship n locked me up fer threee monthsh!
THREE MONTHSH!"
Eddie stumbled over to the bar ignoring the shaking heads and rolling eyes of everyone present.

He sat down at the bar and glared at the Barman: "An Yew, YEW didin even vi**** me! NOT ONESH!"

The Barman finished cleaning a tumbler and laughed loudly.
"Well if aint One Eyed Eddie, the toothless loudmouthed drunkard!"

Eddie leaned acroos the bar and clasped the barman's hand.
"JIMBO ye old rashcal! Itsh good t' see ya!"

"Shay... whatsh up with the fella on the floor?"

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The Chronicles of Angelfire