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Richie met Eddie for breakfast the next morning, just the two of them, before he flew back. The group want him to get more information on Myra and he wanted to see Eddie.
"So tell me more about this lady of yours." Richie said, sipping his bloody mary and making a face, not enough vodka.
Eddie laughed and pulled out a single serving vodka bottle, handing it to Richie. "You always want 4 parts vodka, one part tomato juice." He said when Richie looked at him questionly. "Nowhere makes it strong enough for you."
Richie grinned and poured the small bottle in. "You take such good care of me Eds." Richie swore that Eddie blushed, just a little. "Now, all about Miss Myra."
"Don't call me Eds." He took a drink of his coffee. "What do you want to know?"
"How's the sex?" One of the theories, mostly put forth by Ben, was that the sex must be really good for them to be together. Richie didn't buy it.
Eddie definitely blushed now. "It's um, fine. It's fine." He sputtered out.
"Fine? Just fine?" Richie raised an eyebrow.
"Yea, fine. Fine isn't bad Richie. And sex isn't the only thing in a relationship."
"Ok- I don't believe you by the way, but sure, I'll buy that. So if the sex is 'fine' what do you love about her?" Richie leaned in, holding his drink.
"She's been there for me, she really cares about me." Eddie wouldn't meet Richie's eyes.
"So do the losers and you aren't marrying us." Me.
"Well no, it's different. For one thing polygamy is still illegal." Richie chuckled. "And Myra and I have been dating for a bit and she wants to get married. So I asked her." Eddie seemed annoyed at Richie's questioning.
"Well how fucking romantic. God, I'm glad romance isn't dead in New York." Richie put as much sarcasm as he could in his response.
Eddie's jaw clenched and he glared at Richie. "Fuck you, you aren't married. You barely even have relationships, you just sleep with people without even learning their names. You don't know anything about love or marriage."
"That doesn't mean I don't know what love is! Just because I sleep with a lot of people doesn't mean I don't get an opinion about your shitty relationship. I don't want to marry the first person who I have 'fine' sex with or who buys me a crystal!" Richie leaned back and crossed his arms.
"I'm not marrying the first person- and don't talk about her like you know her. I want to marry her, I'm happy!"Eddie was struggling to control his voice.
Richie, on the other hand, was fine causing a scene. His tone increased as he said "You sure seem fucking happy. Fine sex and asking her to marry you because she asked? Yea, fucking storybook romance there." Richie was angry, Eddie clearly didn't love the woman- why be with her? What was he doing?
"You are the last person I'm taking relationship advice from. You wouldn't know love if it bit you on the ass." Eddie grabbed his coat and left.
"I've been bitten on the ass and I liked it thanks! Don't need to be in love for that!" Richie called after him, not caring that people were staring. Richie threw down money and left, feeling pissed off.
He called Bev in his taxi and told her what happened. "Fuck Richie, go for the jugular much?"
"He's not happy Bev, he has to see that." Richie lit up a cigarette. Unofficially, he had quit but being stressed made him go back to old habits.
"He will Richie, just try not to piss him off so much that he doesn't come to Hawaii." Richie heard a familiar voice in the background.
"Did Tom decide to come after all?" Richie was happy to talk about something besides Eddie and his sham engagement.
"What? No? Oh that was...someone from housekeeping. Look, I've got to go, Just call Eddie later and apologize, he needs to come with us. And fill everyone else in on what you learned." Bev hung up.
I can think of one person I don't need to fill in Richie smiled. He wanted Bev happy and Ben seemed to make her happy. He hoped those two would work their shit out.