Eddy moved faster than Luke, which made the boy inwardly flattered to think the other was so intent on getting him in bed.  Luke didn't do this much, but it was thrilling, and Eddy was different than the other one-night-stands... if this remained a one-night situation.  But Luke wouldn't think beyond that, couldn't begin to put hope in this developing further.  Just tonight was guaranteed.<br/><br/>He followed gladly, hanging close; Eddy locked up the bar, and then unlocked a door just down the alley.  Of course he would live nearby, with his business on hand to keep an eye on.  Luke was curious about what the bartender's place might look like, but whatever he imagined was nothing like the real thing.<br/><br/>Eddy's apartment was large, much larger than Luke's, and much more impressive: clean lines, huge windows and modern furniture, a fireplace, a gleaming kitchen...  It was an understated kind of design that screamed money, or at least a comfortable amount.  And the weapons...<br/><br/>"Wow."  They covered the walls, a vast array of axes and daggers and swords; some Luke thought he recognized some of them, but regardless the display was instantly eye-catching, and he couldn't help but stare.  In his old shoes, worn jeans, and faded sweater, the young man felt a little out of place in such a nice apartment.  It was good Eddy had offered his place; Luke's would've definitely killed the mood.<br/><br/>His attention was brought back by the light jingling of a bell, and a cat appeared around a corner.  Eddy picked it up as it scowled at them both, but once in his arms, the cat began to purr.  Luke couldn't blame it-- Eddy's embrace looked very, very wonderful.<br/><br/>"Your Majesty, huh...?"  Luke smiled, stepping closer and offering his hand to the cat to sniff.  He'd had one a long time ago, a sweet older cat who liked sleeping on his bed.  When allowed, he lightly scratched under the cat's chin.  "You've got a serious collection..."  the boy said as he gestured at the weapons on the wall.  "Very cool."