[ For a moment she considers swinging by the green rooms behind the stage, but she's not totally sure why. To see if Tommy wants to get another shirt? What if he doesn't keep spare clothes in his green room? Eddie always does, but that's because Eddie's kind of a klutz and she's practically frenetic on stage, always working up a sweat no matter the weather, and having something to change into when she's done for the day is always a plus.
Whatever. They're about the same height. If worst comes to worst she can give him something of hers to wear.
The hotel is small, small enough that nearly the entire clientele is part of the tour, but they don't run into anyone who'd stop them for long enough than a quick "hey, how are you, great show." For a moment, Eddie thinks Tommy might be looking for someone, but he doesn't dawdle and he doesn't try to peel away from her once they get inside, so she doesn't question it, just forges ahead until they can make their way through the halls to where her room is.
She hasn't even fished her room key out of her pocket before the door next to hers is swung wide open and Stevie Harrington is suddenly standing in the hall.
Eddie jumps. ] Jesus fucking Christ!
[ Stevie just stares at her. ] What did the paramedics say?
[ Still clutching her chest, halfway leaning into Tommy like she had when they were walking to the medics tent, Eddie shakes her head. Recounting her prognosis takes half a second, and when Stevie's eyes shift from Eddie to the man beside her, she dutifully tells her what Tommy's diagnosis was, too. HIPAA who? It seems to soften her a little, her stance shifting so she looks less like she's about to brace herself for an attack and more like she's going to cock her hip and toss her hair. ]
Hm. Alright, then. [ She holds up one finger, disappears into her room for a moment, and then comes back to toss something at Eddie that she barely manages not to fumble. ] Be safe. Don't do anything I wouldn't do.
[ And then her door slams shut behind her and they're left alone again. Eddie looks down at the projectile she caught and can't help the way her ears turn red. Condoms. She threw a pack of condoms at Eddie's head, all while the hot guy she's been hitting on all night is standing right next to her. ]
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Whatever. They're about the same height. If worst comes to worst she can give him something of hers to wear.
The hotel is small, small enough that nearly the entire clientele is part of the tour, but they don't run into anyone who'd stop them for long enough than a quick "hey, how are you, great show." For a moment, Eddie thinks Tommy might be looking for someone, but he doesn't dawdle and he doesn't try to peel away from her once they get inside, so she doesn't question it, just forges ahead until they can make their way through the halls to where her room is.
She hasn't even fished her room key out of her pocket before the door next to hers is swung wide open and Stevie Harrington is suddenly standing in the hall.
Eddie jumps. ] Jesus fucking Christ!
[ Stevie just stares at her. ] What did the paramedics say?
[ Still clutching her chest, halfway leaning into Tommy like she had when they were walking to the medics tent, Eddie shakes her head. Recounting her prognosis takes half a second, and when Stevie's eyes shift from Eddie to the man beside her, she dutifully tells her what Tommy's diagnosis was, too. HIPAA who? It seems to soften her a little, her stance shifting so she looks less like she's about to brace herself for an attack and more like she's going to cock her hip and toss her hair. ]
Hm. Alright, then. [ She holds up one finger, disappears into her room for a moment, and then comes back to toss something at Eddie that she barely manages not to fumble. ] Be safe. Don't do anything I wouldn't do.
[ And then her door slams shut behind her and they're left alone again. Eddie looks down at the projectile she caught and can't help the way her ears turn red. Condoms. She threw a pack of condoms at Eddie's head, all while the hot guy she's been hitting on all night is standing right next to her. ]
I'm going to smother her in her sleep.