Eddy did not need this so early in the morning. Precious was going to be insufferable now, he could just see it in her face, the manic gleam in her eyes that said she wasnt going to drop this for the rest of Eddy's natural life. She had tried so hard to set him up on dates, to get over his "dry spell". It had taken him giving her the impression that all his sexual drive had died because of his age and health (and drinking) to get her to stop. She then had switched to preaching about the wonders of Cialis for a while before, blessedly, stopping.<br/><br/>She will never shut up now.<br/><br/>Then there was Luke, sitting there all innocent, completely undeserving the trials of knowing Precious.<br/><br/>"Luke, I'm so sorry,<i>she" </i>and Eddy pointed an accusing finger at the woman "should not be here this early."<br/><br/>"Fuck you, I'm always here this early," Precious said cheerfully, "you dont even know how early it actually is because you dont keep clocks in your fucking house."<br/><br/>Eddy frowned, unhappy that she spoke the truth. He had stopped caring about the constraints of time in his 40s. It drove his agent and assistant to near insanity when he stopped keeping track of the months. It gave them conniptions when deadlines approached, but by then Eddy was so famous and full of himself that there were little consequences for him being late.<br/><br/>His art would be finished when it was finished.<br/><br/>"You're fired," Eddy growled.<br/><br/>"Kiss my ass," Precious flippantly replied and  then started in on her eggs, "now get your ass over here and eat your damn breakfast."<br/><br/>Eddy stayed where he was and mullishly drank his coffee.