[ Eddie is easily distracted, that much is true, but even he knows there’s no way he’s about to get too absorbed with the jukebox right now. Music is basically a cure-all for any and every ill—almost. It seems like it can really only do so much to cure the way Eddie’s stupid stomach still doing stupid backflips
It keeps his hands and mind busy for a moment, though; a little reprieve before he has to take a deep breath and turn back to try to keep his focus on the topic of which alcohol is best to bring along on this mystery venture. ]
As you wish, my liege.
[ Eddie grins and dips into a mock bow, but he does as he he’s told, gathers up the remaining bottles without a complaint and follows after Steve. It occurs to him that the only part of this place he really knows is the jukebox, because he’s fairly certain he never even saw those doors before. But that’s fine. As long as Steve knows where he’s going, which seems very likely. ]
Yeah, well, next time you’re here, feel free to tell him there is not nearly enough Judas Priest on that jukebox.
[ It’s not exactly a real request. Eddie can absolutely critique Dean’s jukebox offerings on his own, but he’s really just looking for an excuse not to stop talking. So far, he’s doing a decent job of keeping his jitters at bay, but the music grows fainter as they put distance between themselves and the jukebox, and he knows his brain will take any beat of silence to interfere. ]
no subject
It keeps his hands and mind busy for a moment, though; a little reprieve before he has to take a deep breath and turn back to try to keep his focus on the topic of which alcohol is best to bring along on this mystery venture. ]
As you wish, my liege.
[ Eddie grins and dips into a mock bow, but he does as he he’s told, gathers up the remaining bottles without a complaint and follows after Steve. It occurs to him that the only part of this place he really knows is the jukebox, because he’s fairly certain he never even saw those doors before. But that’s fine. As long as Steve knows where he’s going, which seems very likely. ]
Yeah, well, next time you’re here, feel free to tell him there is not nearly enough Judas Priest on that jukebox.
[ It’s not exactly a real request. Eddie can absolutely critique Dean’s jukebox offerings on his own, but he’s really just looking for an excuse not to stop talking. So far, he’s doing a decent job of keeping his jitters at bay, but the music grows fainter as they put distance between themselves and the jukebox, and he knows his brain will take any beat of silence to interfere. ]
Or, uh, don’t. Your choice.