You really wanna threaten my polos when I have the power to ruin your Hawaiian shirts. [ he tugs at Richie’s collar with his free hand, whether or not he’s wearing said shirt. ] Watch yourself, big guy.
[ All it would take is a few droplets of bleach, my dude (also the polos make his arms look good, fuck off).
As it happens, Eddie has never had more than sips of sake at dinners with his coworkers. He and Myra stay on box white wine, if they drink at all. Still, a competitor by nature, he tries to copy Richie shot for shot. This does mean, however, that his lower surface area and BMI conspire to ensure he’s halfway to fucked by the time the killer is revealed, despite all the delicious carbs. God, there’s a lot of sex in this movie — sex and murder and sexy murder. The height of trash, and an altogether unsurprising selection.
At least the alcohol helps him relax, less jumpy than he was during their first viewing of Deadly Women but just as close, finding different ways to maintain contact and glancing to his side whenever the violence kicks up (and sometimes when nothing of note is happening on screen — Rich has a nice profile, and Eddie already knew that, objectively — in fact, it is one of many things that he knows, after spending a week in close quarters). At one point, he has his socked feet in Richie’s lap, hands ever-shifting to cover his mouth. ]
Oh — fuck — if Liz dies, I’m killing you for making me watch this.
[ He always wants the protagonist to survive, god help him. ]
no subject
[ All it would take is a few droplets of bleach, my dude (also the polos make his arms look good, fuck off).
As it happens, Eddie has never had more than sips of sake at dinners with his coworkers. He and Myra stay on box white wine, if they drink at all. Still, a competitor by nature, he tries to copy Richie shot for shot. This does mean, however, that his lower surface area and BMI conspire to ensure he’s halfway to fucked by the time the killer is revealed, despite all the delicious carbs. God, there’s a lot of sex in this movie — sex and murder and sexy murder. The height of trash, and an altogether unsurprising selection.
At least the alcohol helps him relax, less jumpy than he was during their first viewing of Deadly Women but just as close, finding different ways to maintain contact and glancing to his side whenever the violence kicks up (and sometimes when nothing of note is happening on screen — Rich has a nice profile, and Eddie already knew that, objectively — in fact, it is one of many things that he knows, after spending a week in close quarters). At one point, he has his socked feet in Richie’s lap, hands ever-shifting to cover his mouth. ]
Oh — fuck — if Liz dies, I’m killing you for making me watch this.
[ He always wants the protagonist to survive, god help him. ]