[ Champagne is definitely a bad idea. That doesn't stop him from springing to his feet the moment she decides upon it, returning quickly with a bottle in one hand and a pair of glasses in the other. Eddie pops the cork with relative ease, pouring both of them a glass that is just shy of spilling over. He passes a glass to her, before raising his own so they can bring their glasses together in a toast. ]

I'm not really supposed to say.

[ But then, he's also not supposed to be spending time with a client after hours. All sorts of rules are being broken tonight, so what's one more. Eddie takes a sip, enjoys the tingling of carbonation against his lips as he watches her. ]

Ah, let's see. You're the first pop artist I've worked for, but I recently did detail for Jason Carver. You know, the basketball player? He's kind of a dick, between you and me. Did a stint in New York for a while with an author. Nancy Wheeler, maybe you've read one her books? She's a big true crime author.

[ For someone that's not supposed to be spilling industry secrets, the names bubble out of him without restraint. There's just something about talking with Chrissy that lowers his inhibitions, and he hopes that it provides something of a distraction for her. ]