Foolin'

Part 8

Kat's eyes darted around Eddie's trailer taking in all the mugs and hats that adorned the walls. It felt so homely compared to all the other places she had lived or was even used to being in. Back home, everything was always so posh, neat, orderly, and perfect. Eddie's looked and felt like a home, felt lived in, which provided Kat with a sense of comfort.

Eddie guided her to the couch and sat her down. "Alright, uh, stay...there." He picked up empty cups and beer cans and plates as he made his way over to the kitchen area. "Didn't expect anyone tonight," he chuckled. Kat was just looking around lazily, more high than drunk at this point. She could hear him rustling around the kitchen, dropping things, searching for things.

"Shit. Where is the...'kay. Wait." She could hear the refrigerator door opening and closing a few times. She started to smell coffee brewing.

"It's so late, why are you making coffee? I can't have coffee. I'll never sleep!" Kat giggled.

"You need all the help you can get, sweetheart. It'll help. Trust me." He said while still rummaging through the kitchen.

"Sweetheart?" Kat snorted. "Since when do you use pet names? Sweetheart. I am no one's sweetheart. I'll tell you that right now." She shook her finger at Eddie as she leaned back onto the couch. He walked over to her, setting down her cup of coffee and a paper plate with a sandwich and a mix of Doritos and pretzels on it.

"Here. Eat this. I'll be right back."

"Oh! Food! Be still my heart." She said going right for it. Eddie made his way to his room, trying to pick things up as much as he could. Of course, even stoned, Kat was a fast eater. She eventually got up and made her way towards Eddie's room. She leaned in his doorframe, eyes darting around at all the band posters and flags covering his walls. Her eyes lit up as soon as she saw his most prized possession hanging on his mirror. She went straight to his guitar and picked up.

"Whoa whoa whoa. Hey! Be careful with her. She's–" Eddie started.

"Absolutely beautiful. How the hell did you get a Warlock NJ?! This is rad as hell, dude." Kat said in awe as she put it around her. She twirled around looking for an amp.

"Kat, what are you..." Eddie trailed off.

"Where's the plug? Oh, there. Okay." She finally found what she was looking for and plugged it into the amp he had nearby. She fiddled with the volume so as to not wake up the whole trailer park. When she was satisfied, she strummed a few chords and adjusted the tuning. Eddie was torn between getting his one true sweetheart away from Kat, fearing she'd mess it up, but also just watching in utter shock at what was unfolding in front of him. Kat was giddy with excitement. She smirked at Eddie as she tightened the guitar strap to fit her. Then she began to play.

Eddie dropped down onto his bed as Kat began playing the opening chords to Barracuda by Heart with expert precision. He was memorized, even more so when Kat began singing along. Her voice was somewhere between edgy like Ann Wilson's and raspy like Bonnie Tyler's.

She went through the first three versus getting completely lost in the music before she snapped back to reality. Now it was her turn to keep smirking. "What, you didn't expect someone who's been around music so much in their lives to not know how to play?" She laughed.

Eddie leaned forward in contemplation, his forearms resting on his thighs, fidgeting his hands together so his rings made a faint clanking noise. He shook his head, biting the inside of his lip, before he looked up at her. Shaking one finger at her he said, "I knew it. I knew there was something about you, Ramsay." He jumped up and started pacing in front of Kat. She just laughed. "Alright, alright. Show me what else you got."