Whiskey, Whiskey, Whiskey | Jason and Eddie | Flashback

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“Luckily for you, I am not in the uncomfortable habit of following people into bathrooms, then. Besides, it would only make you hostile, willing to disclose less.”

Eddie’s gaze did not waver beneath the scrutiny, though perhaps it would have been wiser to fake it. He had endured a life time of people trying to stare him down, because they were bigger, brutish, and thought they could frighten him. There was no malice here though, instead, Eddie felt as if this man with his strange iridescent irises was trying to bait him into asking questions. He wasn’t sure if it was bait he was willing to take.

“It is…an interesting effect." 

How did you do it? Surely it had to be natural….But it didn’t look it at all. No infection he could think of off the top of his head, expansive database that it was, would produce such an effect. Jay didn’t appear to be high, and he would know if a new drug had been introduced into the respective club and bar scenes. And still, it was rare to find something that effected the eyes so profusely. 

"Eddie,” he said evenly, watching the bottle with mild interest. Definitely not fond of not getting his own way, this one. “Nicknames don’t suit me.”

He relaxed, just barely, as he admitted his name. Something wasn’t right about this man, but what, he couldn’t tell.

“Eddie. Good to meet you. Come here often?”

There was no emotion, no flicker of interest in Eddie’s eyes. It was as if his surroundings utterly disinterested him. It reminded Jay of the Generals that he’d encountered in the Gulag, wholly unimpressed with anything not directly causing them harm. It was the look of a man who had seen hell, seen lives taken and spilled blood. Eddie didn’t seem the type to have served, and unless he had grown up in Eastern Europe, Jason doubted that he had been in war.

So what was it? Sociopathy? Drug addled psychosis? No, not drugs. He was too lucid, too clear. Perhaps just extreme apathy. After all, Jason could sympathize with not caring-hell, he’d made a living out of being uninvolved in his contemporary’s activities. He’d watch. Watch and deduce, see what exactly was going on with this unusual man with the sharp eyes.

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