[One glance at the make, the proof. He took it in hand.]

That should do. Did anyone see you come in? I've been waiting for the press to strike, they seem to find me everywhere else.

[He moves deeper into the brownstone, leading to the kitchen. Two short glasses are retrieved: shots.]

Take a seat.

[High rise, iron wrought chairs line the sleek, black kitchen island. Eddie mulled around his fridge for a lime to cut.]

I prefer seasoning even out of season.