"What are you gawking at, Chuck?" Eddy asked as Charlie stared at her intently.

"It's just... it's been a while," he said, retreating to his pint.

"I've been keeping a low profile."

"Afraid of more crazy stalker ex-tricks?"

"That but mostly... I don't know. ‘The Life' just doesn't appeal to me anymore, you know? After everything that happened, I just... work is important. My friends are important. You're important. Everything else just seems... "

"Shallow?"

"Boring."

"I'd hardly call it boring," Charlie laughed. "Just wait outside of Berlin on any given 4 a.m. and watch the drag queen drama unfold."

"Not that kind of boring, Chuck," Eddy said, downing her whiskey and ginger. "There's just nothing here any more, you know? It's all so been there, done that. When you clear thirty, it'll make sense."

"Don't remind me," Charlie said, ordering two shots of Jameson. "It's like a death sentence."

"Maybe in Boystown," Eddy said. "But in the real world... it's when it all starts to make sense."

"It is really good to see ya, sis," Charlie said.

"I know. I'm sorry I've been so MIA. I feel like I saw you more when I lived back in Cali then when I moved here."

"Yeah. I think this is the longest I've gone without seeing you."

"School scandals aside."

"Right," Charlie laughed. He downed his shot and looked at Eddy straight in the eye. "So how would you feel about me moving to the other side of the world?"

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