Author's Note: Um, I'm really not sure where this idea came from…but it's pre-movie. Implied Columbia/Frank and Frank/Eddie—though I'm not very fond of either…it's just implied.
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Columbia stared at her reflection in the mirror; pale face, rosy cheeks, perfectly plucked eyebrows, smoky-rimmed eyes. She smiled at herself before applying a small amount of red lipstick. She lightly powdered her nose as the final touch. Though she looked perfect, she felt far from it. She glanced at the door to her room and pouted her lips.
"Where is he?" she said with an impatient sigh.
The he she talked about was the alluring Doctor Frank-N-Furter, or just simply Frank. Before he left the castle for a mysterious escapade, he told Columbia to "be ready" by eleven o'clock. Columbia knew that it was well past that hour. She had prepared herself hours ago, but her makeup faded in that time, so she reapplied beauty products to her face. But now what? There was no sign of Frank. And what was Columbia preparing herself for?
A sudden roar ripped through Columbia's contemplative thoughts. Columbia knew the sound: a motorcycle. Was there going to be a party? You never knew what to expect with Frank in charge. Columbia rushed out into the foyer after she heard the sound of Frank's laughter reverberating through the front hall.
"Ooh, Frankie! I thought you'd never…"
Columbia's words were cut short when she saw that Frank was not alone. Standing next to Frank was a heavy-set man with dark brown hair, which had obviously been oiled back hours ago but now fell limply in his face. He wore an old denim jacket with the arms cut off and the edges fraying.
"…come," Columbia finally finished.
Frank's smile stretched wider across his face as he placed a skinny arm 'round the other man's shoulders.
"Columbia, I'd like to introduce you to Eddie," he said with hint of accomplishment in his voice.
"Hi—" Columbia started to say, but was cut off by Frank.
"Unfortunately, I have some…business…to take care of, and it happens to deal with Eddie."
"Oh, okay then," Columbia said with embarrassment.
Frank chuckled and started to walk away with his arm still wrapped around Eddie. Confused but determined, Columbia followed the two men into the next room.
"Frankie, whad'ya ask me to get all dolled up for?" she squeaked, trying to recover back to her bubbly self.
"Pardon me?" Frank stopped abruptly and turned around, his face full of perplexity.
"You told me to 'be ready' by eleven," Columbia explained.
"Oh, that! Well, uhm…I seem to have gotten…distracted," Frank said, looking at Eddie and smiling. Eddie smiled back, clearly oblivious to the drama surrounding him. "I'm sorry, darling, we'll have to reschedule."
With that, Frank turned on his heels and disappeared into another room with Eddie still by his side, leaving a teary-eyed Columbia standing near the lift, alone and confused.
