Edward Lemuel Pritchard

Oi! [Eddie says, looking irritated as Kalvin nearly drops the bag on his bass. He plucks it off his lap and set it on the dented coffee table that mostly holds several ashtrays, magazines, and a few empty bottles and glasses. Then he carefully puts up his instrument before he lets Kalvin at his hair, grabbing a bottle out of the offered bag and opening it unceremoniously to take a few swigs.]

Yeah, I know how this works. Done it enough times meself, haven't I?