Re: Eddie's Kitchen: Muerte / Eddie
[While touching and holding Muerte had always been easy, easier than talking to her sometimes, he knew this was different. This was a step over the line and he had every intention to take it slow, to make sure she was with him on it. If it freaked her out too much, if she really didn't want this, then he'd back off. His hands at her hips were practically innocent, simply holding her for a second before he smiles at her.] Good because I had an idea. [He steps away from her and walks over to his coffee table to pick up a postcard flyer that had 80's! across the front in bright neon colors. It was backdropped by a time and place along with promises of a live band, food and contests.] There's a Vegas door here. Everything there is practically like the [air quotes] real world we used to share headspace with. My powers don't work there, so I thought yours may not either.
[He handed her the flyer.] It's an 80's dance party and it looks fun. [Eddie could have picked a romantic, slow jazz kind of club, but they weren't comfortable enough with this to really enjoy it. An 80's party, though? That would be fun and loud and silly. That was always a good time for Eddie Nigma.] Will you be my date?