Judging by Caitlyn's character, Eddie supposed that she would have a sweet
and homely car, something childishly bright and annoying, or something
flashy and ostentatious. So he was shocked when he saw her pull out the
clicker for the stream-line Honda S2000, but the color fitted Caitlyn, it
matched her smooth style and also her playfulness as the car was the deep
glittering amethyst. Normally Eddie would have worried about being driven
in a purple car, but he was too busy to worry about that, the car was
running so smoothly it barely seemed as if they were driving at all, rather
gliding across glass.
Caitlyn looked so pretty drenched in the early morning sunlight that he figured that if she looked any more perfect that his heart would stop and he would die on the spot. She stopped the car and turned to grin at him. At that moment with the golden sunlight slanting over the both of the, Eddie felt the said heart do a few quick and jerky flip flops. "Here we are," She said as she unlocked the doors. Eddie looked suspicious as he looked up and into the windows of a men's and women's designer clothes store. "You've got to be kidding me" He said as Caitlyn looped her arm with him, half for the intimacy she felt with him, and the other half to keep him from bolting as she knew he would if he were given the chance.
"It's not so bad," She murmured to him softly as she guided him into the store. "Why are we even here?" Eddie asked like a distempered smile that made Caitlyn smile. "I have a gallery meeting tonight at 7 and I need a date. The press there will be hanging all on if I brought a date, but if I bring someone who looks like you. well then they will never leave". Eddie grinned internally. No matter the generation that he might be living in, he still had the grit that drew women towards him. "Alright," He said slowly as they began to stroll through the isles.
"What are you going to wear?" He asked, trying to make it should like a normal conversation. She shrugged a slim golden shoulder that the tank top left mostly bare. "I haven't decided yet. Back in Savannah they didn't care what you wore, but this isn't Savannah anymore is it?" Before waiting for a reply, Caitlyn was nearly dragging Eddie till they can upon suits. She must have pressed a million suits that ranged from black to a pale pink, which caused Eddie to promise Abby that if she bought that for him and made him wear it, he would kill her. He was about to tell her that he had a suit in the apartment and at the risk of sounding crazy he wisely shut his mouth and let Abby have her fun.
After about the 37th suit, Caitlyn let out a yip of joy and thrust the suit in question to Eddie and motioned to the dressing rooms which were a little sinister looking for Eddie's taste, but to please Abby he took the suit and began to put it on. It was the color of charcoal and Eddie liked the way it felt between his fingers as he ran them over the lapel. When he was dressed he examined himself closely in the mirror. He looked good. DAMN good his mind corrected and he began to wonder if he could sweet talk a hot shower before the gallery. When he stepped out of the dressing rooms and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. She no longer looked like the sweet Caitlyn from 5 minutes ago. She looked like a blonde Hollywood bombshell for the 1930's in the angelically breezy dress that stopped just above the knee.
The dress in question was valentine pink. The smooth color against the striking liquid gold skin made Eddie's mouth want to water. If her hair had been longer, she would have reminded Eddie of Veronica Lake, a beautiful actress who had died in the 1970's, so Eddie knew that if he had told Abby about this, she would think that he was totally crazy. When Caitlyn noticed his intense gaze, she began to feel a little nervous. "Do you like it? Because I can keep looking if you don't like it, I just thought that- "Before she could finish, Eddie smoothly held up a hand. "I love it. It looks amazing on you" The flattery fluttered in Caitlyn's stomach and she blushed sweetly.
After they had bought the suits and they had re-entered Caitlyn's apartment, Eddie had began to feel the wear catching up to him. "Hey Duchess," He said in an exhausted voice. When Caitlyn turned to him with unflinching brightness, he winced. "Do you have a shower around?" "No, there are no showers anywhere" She said it so straight-forward and blandly that Eddie began to think that someone had ripped up the showers. When he only continued to stare, Caitlyn laughed. "I'm only kidding with you. They're there" Eddie's gaze followed where Caitlyn's finger was pointing and he nearly sighed. They hadn't moved from when he had lived there.
He set the water on full cold and tried not to scream by clenching his teeth to the point he thought that they would break. He scrubbed at his skin and lathered his long body with the creamy green soap that smelled softly like the woods behind his old house in Clinton. Once he stepped out of the shower, he wrapped up in a towel and used another to dry his hair. Feeling ultimately refreshed, he looked in the mirror and noticed the stubble that was growing around his strong jaw. He ran a hand over it and determined that he could live with the scruffy look until he was able to find a way to get a razor.
Caitlyn was sitting on the faded blue couch reading a magazine when Eddie walked out of the shower. "That's a good color on you" She said with a laugh as she looked up. Eddie was confused for a moment before he realized that she was talking about the bubblegum pink towel draped around his waist. "Thanks, it's been my dream to be able to pull off this color" He said with a grin. "Looks good anyway. Have a good shower?" He nodded. "The system is a little out dated, well that's a lie, but if it works and has hot water I don't care"
"So what is this gallery this about?" He asked as he ran a hand through his damp hair, sending scattering raindrops of whatever everywhere. Caitlyn took her time as she turned a page in the magazine. "Have you heard of the Millistine?" She asked him. "No" Eddie said and was pleased that he didn't have to lie. She set down the magazine and patted the seat next to her. "Well it's this corporation and every year they hold an art gallery party at Gulliver's, and it's pretty much mandatory that I go" Eddie was more then a little confused. "Why?" He asked. "Because they're show casing my art"
He smiled slowly. "Oh, so this is like a party for you" She had to smile. "Well yes and for the other artists, people are able to buy severely overpriced pieces of the art and if I get lucky tonight then maybe I'll be able to decorate the apartment like I've wanted to" Eddie grinned at her. "Are you any good?" He asked, though by the look of Caitlyn's long tapered fingers he already knew the answer. "I'm not bad, but I suppose that I could be better. I've been painting ever since I was like 10 years old" She looked down at the magazine and up through her eyelashes. A purely feminine look that made Eddie's heart skip a beat or two.
"Oh so you're like an artist?" She stared at him blandly, her eyes swirling with both amusement and slight annoyance. "I'm not like an artist, I AM an artist" She corrected. He grinned. "Swell" He said cheekily as he pretended not to notice the odd stare that Caitlyn was giving him. "I wish I could paint," Eddie said vaguely. "I can't really do anything" She raised a slim eyebrow and the corners of her lush lips twitched into a smile.
"I bet you can, you just need to find it," She said and hooked their arms together on the couch and smiled up at him. He wanted to run his fingers through the butter-soft curls and feel her skin beneath his fingers, but he knew it wouldn't be wise, not yet. "So," Caitlin said and battered her pretty eyes at him as she rested against the strength of his arm. "As soon as I can muster enough will go get up off you're arm because it's surprisingly comfy, I'm going to forgo a shower because I took one this morning, and I'm going to slip my ass into that dress and once you get dressed, or even if you don't, we're going to dazzle everyone there" Eddie laughed as she disappeared behind the bedroom door and he tried not to imagine her stripping off her clothes, it worked for a while, he didn't imagine her peeling her clothes off, he imagined himself peeling off the thin layer of silk that separated him from heaven.
Caitlyn looked so pretty drenched in the early morning sunlight that he figured that if she looked any more perfect that his heart would stop and he would die on the spot. She stopped the car and turned to grin at him. At that moment with the golden sunlight slanting over the both of the, Eddie felt the said heart do a few quick and jerky flip flops. "Here we are," She said as she unlocked the doors. Eddie looked suspicious as he looked up and into the windows of a men's and women's designer clothes store. "You've got to be kidding me" He said as Caitlyn looped her arm with him, half for the intimacy she felt with him, and the other half to keep him from bolting as she knew he would if he were given the chance.
"It's not so bad," She murmured to him softly as she guided him into the store. "Why are we even here?" Eddie asked like a distempered smile that made Caitlyn smile. "I have a gallery meeting tonight at 7 and I need a date. The press there will be hanging all on if I brought a date, but if I bring someone who looks like you. well then they will never leave". Eddie grinned internally. No matter the generation that he might be living in, he still had the grit that drew women towards him. "Alright," He said slowly as they began to stroll through the isles.
"What are you going to wear?" He asked, trying to make it should like a normal conversation. She shrugged a slim golden shoulder that the tank top left mostly bare. "I haven't decided yet. Back in Savannah they didn't care what you wore, but this isn't Savannah anymore is it?" Before waiting for a reply, Caitlyn was nearly dragging Eddie till they can upon suits. She must have pressed a million suits that ranged from black to a pale pink, which caused Eddie to promise Abby that if she bought that for him and made him wear it, he would kill her. He was about to tell her that he had a suit in the apartment and at the risk of sounding crazy he wisely shut his mouth and let Abby have her fun.
After about the 37th suit, Caitlyn let out a yip of joy and thrust the suit in question to Eddie and motioned to the dressing rooms which were a little sinister looking for Eddie's taste, but to please Abby he took the suit and began to put it on. It was the color of charcoal and Eddie liked the way it felt between his fingers as he ran them over the lapel. When he was dressed he examined himself closely in the mirror. He looked good. DAMN good his mind corrected and he began to wonder if he could sweet talk a hot shower before the gallery. When he stepped out of the dressing rooms and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. She no longer looked like the sweet Caitlyn from 5 minutes ago. She looked like a blonde Hollywood bombshell for the 1930's in the angelically breezy dress that stopped just above the knee.
The dress in question was valentine pink. The smooth color against the striking liquid gold skin made Eddie's mouth want to water. If her hair had been longer, she would have reminded Eddie of Veronica Lake, a beautiful actress who had died in the 1970's, so Eddie knew that if he had told Abby about this, she would think that he was totally crazy. When Caitlyn noticed his intense gaze, she began to feel a little nervous. "Do you like it? Because I can keep looking if you don't like it, I just thought that- "Before she could finish, Eddie smoothly held up a hand. "I love it. It looks amazing on you" The flattery fluttered in Caitlyn's stomach and she blushed sweetly.
After they had bought the suits and they had re-entered Caitlyn's apartment, Eddie had began to feel the wear catching up to him. "Hey Duchess," He said in an exhausted voice. When Caitlyn turned to him with unflinching brightness, he winced. "Do you have a shower around?" "No, there are no showers anywhere" She said it so straight-forward and blandly that Eddie began to think that someone had ripped up the showers. When he only continued to stare, Caitlyn laughed. "I'm only kidding with you. They're there" Eddie's gaze followed where Caitlyn's finger was pointing and he nearly sighed. They hadn't moved from when he had lived there.
He set the water on full cold and tried not to scream by clenching his teeth to the point he thought that they would break. He scrubbed at his skin and lathered his long body with the creamy green soap that smelled softly like the woods behind his old house in Clinton. Once he stepped out of the shower, he wrapped up in a towel and used another to dry his hair. Feeling ultimately refreshed, he looked in the mirror and noticed the stubble that was growing around his strong jaw. He ran a hand over it and determined that he could live with the scruffy look until he was able to find a way to get a razor.
Caitlyn was sitting on the faded blue couch reading a magazine when Eddie walked out of the shower. "That's a good color on you" She said with a laugh as she looked up. Eddie was confused for a moment before he realized that she was talking about the bubblegum pink towel draped around his waist. "Thanks, it's been my dream to be able to pull off this color" He said with a grin. "Looks good anyway. Have a good shower?" He nodded. "The system is a little out dated, well that's a lie, but if it works and has hot water I don't care"
"So what is this gallery this about?" He asked as he ran a hand through his damp hair, sending scattering raindrops of whatever everywhere. Caitlyn took her time as she turned a page in the magazine. "Have you heard of the Millistine?" She asked him. "No" Eddie said and was pleased that he didn't have to lie. She set down the magazine and patted the seat next to her. "Well it's this corporation and every year they hold an art gallery party at Gulliver's, and it's pretty much mandatory that I go" Eddie was more then a little confused. "Why?" He asked. "Because they're show casing my art"
He smiled slowly. "Oh, so this is like a party for you" She had to smile. "Well yes and for the other artists, people are able to buy severely overpriced pieces of the art and if I get lucky tonight then maybe I'll be able to decorate the apartment like I've wanted to" Eddie grinned at her. "Are you any good?" He asked, though by the look of Caitlyn's long tapered fingers he already knew the answer. "I'm not bad, but I suppose that I could be better. I've been painting ever since I was like 10 years old" She looked down at the magazine and up through her eyelashes. A purely feminine look that made Eddie's heart skip a beat or two.
"Oh so you're like an artist?" She stared at him blandly, her eyes swirling with both amusement and slight annoyance. "I'm not like an artist, I AM an artist" She corrected. He grinned. "Swell" He said cheekily as he pretended not to notice the odd stare that Caitlyn was giving him. "I wish I could paint," Eddie said vaguely. "I can't really do anything" She raised a slim eyebrow and the corners of her lush lips twitched into a smile.
"I bet you can, you just need to find it," She said and hooked their arms together on the couch and smiled up at him. He wanted to run his fingers through the butter-soft curls and feel her skin beneath his fingers, but he knew it wouldn't be wise, not yet. "So," Caitlin said and battered her pretty eyes at him as she rested against the strength of his arm. "As soon as I can muster enough will go get up off you're arm because it's surprisingly comfy, I'm going to forgo a shower because I took one this morning, and I'm going to slip my ass into that dress and once you get dressed, or even if you don't, we're going to dazzle everyone there" Eddie laughed as she disappeared behind the bedroom door and he tried not to imagine her stripping off her clothes, it worked for a while, he didn't imagine her peeling her clothes off, he imagined himself peeling off the thin layer of silk that separated him from heaven.