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Electric blue eyes, where did you come from?
Electric blue eyes, who sent you?
Electric blue eyes, always be near me.
Electric blue eyes, I need you.

Domine, Domine, Deus,
Domine, Adiuva Me,
Domine, Domine, Deus,
Domine, Adiuva Me,
Hey, eh, hey, eh

You should know, You should know I love you
You should know, You should know I'm here.
Always be near me, guardian angel,
Always be near me, there's no fear.

Domine, Domine, Deus,
Domine, Adiuva Me,
Domine, Domine, Deus,
Domine, Adiuva Me,
Hey, eh, hey, eh
(Cranberries from To The Faithful Departed: "Electric Blue")
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The blue dress was shorter than she remembered. She contemplated her reflection in the full length mirror before her. The pale blue dress for New York clung to her shapely body, showing off just enough skin, accentuation her tiny waist, and leaving just enough to the imagination. Lucky's voice still reverberated through her brain. "Are we still an us?" Liz sucked air through her teeth and exhaled shakily. She lifted a trembling hand to her forehead.

Lucky's distinct rap on the other side of her door startled her. She pressed her palms together and linked her fingers, trying to compose herself.

"Come in," she called out, a nervous smiled flickering across her face. Lucky nudged open the door.

"Joey Sweeney is here."

Liz nodded and moved toward the doorway. She reached up and tugged at the few strands of hair she had chosen to leave down. The rest of her hair was piled on top of her head. She expected Lucky to move and let her pass, but her remained planted in the doorway. She had moved to within a foot of him when he reached out and gently touched her cheek. He opened his mouth, but seemed to be at a loss for words. He held out his other hand, closed around a flower.

Liz accepted it silently, her fingers closing around his for a second. She brought the tropical flower upwards, further into her field of vision, examining it with her eyes. It was a delicate looking thing, pure white with dark bluish-purple markings on it.

"Thank you," Liz half-choked, raising her eyes. Lucky was looking down on her, a very slight smile on his lips. "Let me just get a glass of water for it-"

Lucky reached out and snagged her arm, as she slipped past him.

"Wear it tonight," he demanded lightly.

"Wear it?"

"Yeah. I think it would look magnificent in your hair." Lucky took the flower from her fingers, purposely swallowing her hands in his own. He inched closer and held the flower up next to her hair. "See, if you put it right here..." He gently pushed and prodded with the flower stem. "...And hopefully it'll stay."

"Here," Liz snatched a bobby pin from a nearby dresser and reached up to where Lucky's fingers played in her hair. "Use this to secure it..." She knocked one of Lucky's hands away, almost playfully.

"Here, let me do that," Lucky murmured. Liz could feel his breath on her face. Lucky's hand touched hers.

"I know what I'm doing!" Liz insisted.

"Yeah, but I can see what you're doing..."

"Lucky, I'm doing this."

"Would you move your hand?!"

"No, you move your hand!"

"I was here first."

"It's my hair!"

Lucky and Liz grappled with each other for the bobby pin, their arms tangling and bumping. Lucky's smile was wide, and Liz's giggled was contagious. Lucky finally won the mock battle and Liz let him pin the flower in her hair. She found a trembly smile for him, once he'd gotten it fixed to his satisfaction. They left the room together, Liz acutely aware of the heat of Lucky's hand, resting on her lower back.

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