Re: Theater Drunkheads: Eddie/Sasha
Eddie had an affection for Sasha's theater because to him it reflected his terrible influence on her. He was old school, everyone knew that about him. He'd regale people about the early days of Disneyland, he'd gasp excitedly at a thrift store when he found some old Playboy from the 60's, he'd have Elvis playing in the background while he cooked dinner. How could the world blame either of them for loving pastels and diners? New Jersey was a dark, rough and ruined town. The 50's? They were perfect. To him, they were born to be nostalgic for a time that wasn't theirs and actually didn't even exist. The era of retro was nothing more than a plastic pink flamingo placed front and center so you didn't see the wasteland behind. They could love it in a mix of earnestness and irony as long as milkshakes still tasted better in a convertible cruiser.
He was proud, and probably didn't say it enough.
So, back on the subject of the rune? Eddie held the thing in his hand and hoisted it up over his head to look at it. He was fully aware with a moment of keen self reflection that he was something of a hypocrite. He ran from the church with its flowers because it posessed greater powers he didn't understand and yet here he was holding a rune that could find the dead. This was more of a hobby than a religious experience, he assured himself and runes were usually not that much better than a cool party trick. The flowers? The flowers were something else. Too big for him to grasp and he had enough of that with Tethys.
"Alright, alright." Eddie touched his nose as he tried to think of a good place to have it done. His finger slowly pointed to the small stage in the front and he melted out of his car like an ice cream cone. "French fries, but the seasoned kind. Cajun. I like them spicy, Sasha." Something he also said about women almost with regularity. He staggered to his feet, fingers pressed into his temples as he tried to concentrate. "Rune first. Fries second. I'm the adult here." Like that made any difference.
Rune still in hand, he took off his red track suit jacket and stood there in his giant white sneakers, white shirt, gold chains and red track suit pants, looking like a man who should not be messing around with otherworldly magic. "I'm a professional." He assured anyone listening and walked towards the stage. "Okay, Sasha I need- I need you to hold the stone and thing- think really hard about Reece. Meanwhile I shall work on chalking out the symbols necessary." Eddie held the rune up, shouted "CATCH" and then tossed it to her. On a good day, he had a good throwing arm. After 8+ shots of vodka? Not so much.