Chapter 197: Eddie the Fifth
Eddie Brock had become a familiar face at the bar. Ever since losing his job and getting dumped, his life had spiraled into a total mess. Fo
Eddie Brock had become a familiar face at the bar. Ever since losing his job and getting dumped, his life had spiraled into a total mess. Fo
Eddie Brock had become a familiar face at the bar. Ever since losing his job and getting dumped, his life had spiraled into a total mess. Fo
Eddie Brock had become a familiar face at the bar.
Ever since losing his job and getting dumped, his life had spiraled into a total mess. For the past two weeks, he'd been practically living in this dimly lit dive, drowning his sorrows one drink at a time. He'd grown close to the bar's owner—Tracy, a plump woman with a warm smile and a sharper tongue.
"Hey, Eddie! Long time no see. The usual?" she called from behind the counter.
"You know me too well," Eddie replied with a tired grin.
Tracy poured him a glass of rich amber whiskey and slid it across the counter.
"So? You look like you're doing better. Found a new gig?" she asked, wiping her hands on a towel.
"Yeah... something like that," Eddie said, twirling the drink in his hand. "You could say I'm back in the game. Lucky me."
"Still in journalism?"
"Not really. Found something better, I'd say."