Re: Theater Drunkheads: Eddie/Sasha
Eddie, for the record, needed to wear more suits. This was a general fact that he would look at later and accept as truth. It was one thing to be wearing a beautiful suit made by men in Japan who appreciated pinstripe like fine sake. It was another to be wearing a track suit he found in a thrift store. The blue bird only made the thing worse. It was all the difference between a man who was hallucinating on crack and Walt Disney. Eddie needed to be Walt Disney if he ever hoped for a woman to love him again. Or at the very least, sleep with him.
He giggled mischievously at her gross out, even the almost vomit burp. Truthfully, he was a little jealous that Sasha could get grossed out at all. Eddie was too far gone in life to find even the most rotting corpse grotesque. "Aha! You solved it! And, goodness I hope Miss Barbeau shows up. Preferably in as little as possible." Eddie day dreamed and then hopped on top of one of the cars that seemed to be sinking into the swamp below them.
The pun? The Nazi pun? Made Eddie laugh so hard he accidentally fired his gun into the air. BANG! And there was a low growl in the distance to go along with it like he helped wake up the beast. "Sasha, sweetie, you are not allowed to tell funny puns whilst I am both drunk and about to be OH MY GOD SASHA LEAVE THAT FROG ALONE!"
He jumped down into the mud, feeling it squish in his shoes and he made a face. "Sasha. How does it feel knowing I can never again wear these once flawlessly white sneakers?" Eddie rambled, mostly to himself, and stomped after her. He was not a strong or tall man, so the stomping looked a lot like a child trying to get through a ballpit unharmed.
Once he managed to catch up with her, he saw the frog perch on-top of a rock. Very cute. "Aww." Eddie pulled her in for a hug, like two members of a family having a moment, and he smiled. "I'm very glad I got to spend the day with you." It was on par with when he used to brag about her to guests of a cruise ship or tell her that he was proud of her. Sasha told him that it was both annoying and gross, but he knew better.
It was a nice moment. Until the rock slowly raised out of the swamp and revealed itself to actually be the head of a monster. The frog croaked, uncaring.
Eddie? He screamed and fell back into the mud. Where did his gun go?