Despite all appearances, Eddy's pretty jazzed to spend a evening in (slapped together office supply) outerspace as evidenced by the occasional uptick of his lips looking less indigestion-related than usual. The dance part of the dance holds far less appeal and the committee maybe went overboard on the little green abductors, but space is cool, nerds. They're still about to embark on every childhood birthday party dream he'd ever had.

For now, he's still dressed in the black NASA shirt and matching jeans that he wore during dance setup and he's more than happy to attend the dance like this if Chanel doesn't intervene. The only thing technically done is his makeup, which is.. exactly the same as it is every other day of the year, despite the fact he spent twice as long making sure it was smudged just perfectly so. Even after roughly a dozen dances together, he still insists on doing his own makeup - his skills are no match for Chanel and Armani's, but he's uh, just not ready to rock a winged liner.

Careful to turn away whenever one of the girls needs to pull something on, Eddy gives his nearest companion another one of those maybe-gas-maybe-not smiles. His halting attempt at conversation manages to get out, "Uh. Cool. What are you?"