Fifteenth Guitar Solo - Eddie Riggs

[kingroadie.livejournal.com]

Damn it, damn-

Where is it?

[The feed starts with that lovely set of statements and what sounds like a room being pulled apart. Eventually the black berry tumbles off of the bed as Eddie yanks the blanket back.

After a brief spin, one can see Eddie looking relatively displeased and shirtless.]

Don't tell me that chick stole my shirt. Shit.

[He actually looks briefly sad at that before grumbling, moving out of frame, things being thrown around again. A stray shirt landing on the feed effectively making everything go black.]

Comments

[Video]

[hasbetterteeth.livejournal.com]

Hi Eddie! Can I help you? You're Heather's friend.

[sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com]

I'd let you borrow one of mine but it would be too small.

[Wistfully.]

Now where have I heard that before? Oh right. Glad the bitch isn't here to mock me like that again.

[Video]

[featherdrequiem.livejournal.com]

[Kuja just watches with a level of bemusement. Granted after all the times he's killed his Mary Sue by default he found he couldn't speak much per day. He's taking it oddly well.]

You know that's hardly effective. Which shirt?

[f-i-r-e-starter.livejournal.com]

[Wow, Eddie-san is RIPPED. Mamimi is a little taken a back]

[want-a-chupa.livejournal.com]

Ooh-la-la~! Eddie-chan, you're hot~!