![]() On the other side of the bar, five weasels were sitting, smoking their cigars looking over to Eddie, silently looking over. Elsewhere in the bar, toons goofily poured liquor into shakers, jostling while Eddie brooded, hoping he could get a bit of relief from the show that was about to start. What a way to go, a piano dropped on him. So taxing on the mind it was for him to deal with such a massive blow. A no nonsense, cutting straight to the chase fellow, sat in his chair, swirling around hooch in a glass, contemplating what he was going to do now that his brother was murdered. One gumshoe drank his whiskey in a table right in front of the stage. They were there, enjoying some much needed R&R. White collar workers, those in the movie industry, union laborers, you name it shared the bar, laughing and conserving about their day, a ho-drum way of life in the City of Angels. All sorts of toons were present at the bar, black and white and color. At the other side, tables lined a stage, where regularly performances took place. Cartoon octopus served as bartender, making things interesting. Animated characters were the ones who served the drinks, and not the patrons of this particular bar. Men in suits who came back from long hours of work came to this establishment to enjoy a drink. Smoke rose though a dark, smoke filled bar.
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