#// Bon Jovi being her type and Eddie putting that together BYE

[outsidermunson]

It was a very impressive collection. Something Eddie himself would love to throw his time and energy into if he had the funds and the space to do so. His bedroom was something of a shrine to his most admired bands with a number of posters and his collection of cassettes and the occasional vinyl he managed to nab for himself. It was nothing on this scale though.

Tina lets slip that it belongs to her father, sensing a little bit of disdain in the way she speaks about him. It clicks then why the parties were so frequent and she sought not to be alone. "So he's just... never home?" Eddie was starting to think it was a common trait for dads to suck. He wasn't sure she meant to share that much with him, they were a bit under influence after all, but he finds himself letting a little of his family life slip as well. "My old man isn't ever home either. He's in jail, actually. Has been since I was about ten."

With her gesture toward the neighboring wall, Eddie makes his way over to where the vinyls were all neatly displayed. What really had his interest though were all the framed photos of who he assumed was her father with various artists he recognized. "Oh, shit." He couldn't help envying the man because he would probably die if ever met even one of his musical inspirations. He soon lands on the one Tina is talking about, realizing the 'Bon' guy she was talking about was Bon Jovi. Another legend. It didn't escape his notice that she was all but admitting she found the guy attractive. Yet another shock to the system, like she was keeping a personal tally for the number of times she was able to surprise him. Especially because, well, the guy kind of inspired his own style. "Is he... Your type?"

In REALITY, Tina didn't know nearly as much as her father WISHED for her to. Perhaps BECAUSE of that fact, and that fact alone - Tina was USED to being the family disappointment after all - she didn't really TRY. Though she had admittedly gleamed a few things over the years and was able to use THAT bit of trivia on local dealer. Enough to impress HIM at least, and really that's all that mattered in the moment. So she'd smirk and slowly follow him into the room, plopping down on the arm of the RICH leather sofa her father kept all to himself down here. Eyes WATCHED as he skimmed along the records and then shrugged her shoulders at his words.

❝You'd have to ask my DAD. If he EVER comes back into town that is. This is his little PASSION PROJECT.❞ Letting slip that her father was hardly ever home, Tina KNEW that the weed was kicking in. Her body seemed LOOSER now, and she seemed to be able to talk more FREELY about things she was usually more tight lipped about. But instead of dwelling on that and bringing more attention to it, the blonde continued as if she said nothing out of the ordinary. ❝He's got EVERYTHING down here. From pop, to rock, to country. You name it ... it's probably on the WALL.❞

Glancing over, Tina nodded her head towards the wall BESIDES where all the vinyl's rested comfortably. There, you'd be able to spot various pictures of bands and artists that her father had MET over the years. Most pictures featured the MAN shaking hands with or otherwise HUGGING on them in a friendly and familiar manner, and she couldn't help it as eyes landed on one particular picture. Her FAVORITE one. ❝He may not make my TYPE of music but that Bon guy? I wouldn't MIND it if my dad met him again. Might even tag along this time.❞ That BON guy being none other than Jon Bon Jovi himself, front and center amongst the portrait wall.