Funny enough, at least to his perspective, Eddie was going out tonight to celebrate the same thing. Only for him, this was more the way he celebrated every year. Hell of thing. In this City he'd gotten used to stumbling on Sal every now and again in some dive, striking things up like they were kids and stupid again. Nothing had ever given him the idea he'd see the birthday girl herself this time around, though, sitting at the bar like she belonged there. And Christ didn't she look like her mother, all except for the hair...

He couldn't get drunk easily anymore, but that wasn't going to stop him from trying. Or from doing so by taken a seat on the stool next to her.