She was sure this is was to end in disaster but the buzz of moonshine and tobacco made anything sound like a "plausible" idea. Edie didn't need neither of the two highs to give her balls. She had balls. Balls of steel. She could come on to or approach a man without the aid of either or. It wasn't balls she needed now, she needed decision making skills. But alcohol and drugs seemed to obstruct the ability to make informed decisions. Never mind that, she swatted away such "nonsense".
Edie lingered before Spike and raised her hand out forward to near his face. She uplifted his chin to read his eyes. She read nothing, she found nothing in them. She did, however, find something peculiar about them. His eyes held two separate colors, two different shades of brown. Edie held his face and looked closer. Yes, she could see now how they differed.
"Your eyes..." She caressed the right side of his face. Spike said nothing he simply blinked at her. It was as if he went limp. He didn't move his body nor did his expressionless face change. Spike's body was physically there in Edie's room but his mind wandered elsewhere. Edie gently perched her lips on his forehead and ran her fingers through his thick hair. She didn't wait for a counteraction on Spike's part to serve as signal to continue further or to cease. Her hands held his face upright and Edie eased closer brushing her lips against his chin and the corners of Spike's mouth. As if something snapped within him, he quickly grabbed a hold of Edie's hands and tore them from his face. He elevated himself, opened her door, and steered out of the room. Edie shot up and ran to close her door behind him and rested herself on the wall. From afar she could hear things being thrown about.