[ She's still contemplating murdering her, though, if only because Stevie might be able to bring a guy home — back to her hotel room, whatever — and be cool about it, but Eddie doesn't exactly have her same womanly wizard powers, so having Stevie show up to cockblock her really isn't helping.
Oh well. No way out but through, and all that. Eddie just prays her face isn't too terribly red. She's supposed to be a cool and worldly rockstar and shit, and the combination of Stevie giving her condoms and a guy she'd definitely let pin her down to the ground in a way more fun way than they've managed before is making her feel like she's back in high school. Not that she ever ran into a situation like this in high school. ] Relax. [ She shoves the condoms into his chest so that she can get her key out of her wet jeans. ] We can just smoke up.
[ She shoves her door open and leads the way in, knowing there's no chance she can do a frantic tidy-up and desperately wishing she could, anyway. She makes an immediate beeline to her suitcase so she can rummage through it and pull out a pair of sweats. ] You want?
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Date: 2025-05-24 07:38 pm (UTC)[ She's still contemplating murdering her, though, if only because Stevie might be able to bring a guy home — back to her hotel room, whatever — and be cool about it, but Eddie doesn't exactly have her same womanly wizard powers, so having Stevie show up to cockblock her really isn't helping.
Oh well. No way out but through, and all that. Eddie just prays her face isn't too terribly red. She's supposed to be a cool and worldly rockstar and shit, and the combination of Stevie giving her condoms and a guy she'd definitely let pin her down to the ground in a way more fun way than they've managed before is making her feel like she's back in high school. Not that she ever ran into a situation like this in high school. ] Relax. [ She shoves the condoms into his chest so that she can get her key out of her wet jeans. ] We can just smoke up.
[ She shoves her door open and leads the way in, knowing there's no chance she can do a frantic tidy-up and desperately wishing she could, anyway. She makes an immediate beeline to her suitcase so she can rummage through it and pull out a pair of sweats. ] You want?