Re: Theater Drunkheads: Eddie/Sasha
Eddie had a magical power that many middle aged men from New Jersey possessed: He could go from drunk to stone, cold sober in true danger. Now, whether or not this was pure, unfiltered, sweet danger was to be determined and in fact he could have been overreacting. However! Eddie was feeling protective over Sasha (needlessly so) and anything that wasn't according to plan would put him in danger mode. Not to be confused with the danger zone, which between the ages 14-16 was another word for his penis. Ah, virginity.
A tiny bird tweeted and landed on his shoulder. It was cartoonishly blue, like the twitter icon come to life and it didn't seem afraid of anything. Eddie didn't seem surprised by it and if Sasha asked, he'd make a waving motion with his hand like he'd explain later. The cartoon blue bird was just part of his gimmick now.
"I believe there was a mix-up. Why would a man with such fancy shoes end up in a swamp?" He assured her, hearing a noise and pointing his gun off into the jungle with intent. There wasn't anything there except trees, though and so he slowly holstered the gun. He steepled his fingers with a nerdy sigh and then rubbed his chin. All classic Eddie thinking moves.
"Don't worry, I think if he died here we'd probably find him face down in his own juices. Why here, Nazi Eagle! What are you trying to show us!" He called to the screen and okay actually maybe that whole drunk -> sober super power was a total lie.