[ Cisco raises his eyebrows, too, a nonverbal expression of is that how it's gonna be? It's always fun, when Eddie cuts loose enough to get like this. A lot of the time Eddie gets wrapped up in these scripts in his head, things he thinks that he is Supposed To Do in order to be the Ideal Boyfriend. So when he lets go of that, long enough to let this side of himself show, it always makes Cisco that extra little bit happy. ]
You're on, Thawne.
[ He leans on the rhyme a little, before sauntering over to the bar with Eddie. He laughs at Eddie's distaste for vampires - there's gotta be a story there. Maybe he dated someone who was super into Anne Rice or something like that. Whatever the reasons, he says: ]
You'd make a fucking amazing werewolf.
[ Cisco ends up getting in closest to the bar, leaning forward and ordering the two drinks they'd chosen. It's not all that crowded, yet, so it's only a moment or two before he's got one drink in each hand. He gives one to Eddie, touches the glasses together in a brief toast, beaming: ]
Bottoms up, here goes nothin'!
[ And Cisco knocks back his potion, which tastes mostly of orange and burns like whiskey going down. He doesn't feel any magic working, but he's not sure if it's a dud or if it's not something you can feel. Eagerly, he asks Eddie: ]
Do I look different?
[ The only change is a subtle one - Cisco's irises have shifted from a dark brown, generally indistinguishable from black, to a deep, rich purple color. ]
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You're on, Thawne.
[ He leans on the rhyme a little, before sauntering over to the bar with Eddie. He laughs at Eddie's distaste for vampires - there's gotta be a story there. Maybe he dated someone who was super into Anne Rice or something like that. Whatever the reasons, he says: ]
You'd make a fucking amazing werewolf.
[ Cisco ends up getting in closest to the bar, leaning forward and ordering the two drinks they'd chosen. It's not all that crowded, yet, so it's only a moment or two before he's got one drink in each hand. He gives one to Eddie, touches the glasses together in a brief toast, beaming: ]
Bottoms up, here goes nothin'!
[ And Cisco knocks back his potion, which tastes mostly of orange and burns like whiskey going down. He doesn't feel any magic working, but he's not sure if it's a dud or if it's not something you can feel. Eagerly, he asks Eddie: ]
Do I look different?
[ The only change is a subtle one - Cisco's irises have shifted from a dark brown, generally indistinguishable from black, to a deep, rich purple color. ]