He'd invited her to his place for the evening, claiming it was closer even it was about the same distance from Fort Frolic as her's once they got into the bathyspheres, but he was insistent. And he had a reason, grinning as he flashed the record he'd found in a box in his closet, forgotten until he'd cleaned. "From the early years, before the old bat went crazy" Hector said, flipping the needle down onto the record and it was the past singing out at himself, his own voice but- stronger then now.
Elizabeth often found herself playing along with whatever the man had in mind, if only to make him think that he had gained the upper hand. Hector seemed particularly eager to bring her back to his apartment, and though that could have meant a number of things, the woman was at least willing to play along. He had been acting a little weird, if she were being honest, though any attempts to question the obvious were quickly brushed aside. She'd see.
The woman planted herself in the nearest chair, somewhat tired from the day's rehearsals and the like, watching as the man moved about, collecting his findings with obvious excitement about him. The moment Hector flashed an album in front of her, Elizabeth expressed a fair amount of interest all of a sudden, managing an honest smile as he set the record under the needle and allowed the entire room to fill with sound.
It was Hector's voice, that much was obvious. There was something so different about it now though, so genuine and pure. As though time had not been able to rot him away, as it does with everybody else. Elizabeth found herself lost in the music, caught staring at Hector for longer than a couple of minutes, perhaps in disbelief that he could have sounded so incredibly innocent at one point. The woman managed to break her obvious trance, eventually picking herself up out of the chair and carrying herself over to the record player, and to Hector. She took the record's sleeve in her hands, glancing it over and reading the somewhat faded text silently to herself.
"Cohen's Newest Songbird." The woman, of course, could find a little humor in that. But she found her eyes drawn to the photograph of him, smiling, visibly radiant and so much younger. "Tch, Hector, this is amazing." Elizabeth set the sleeve down beside the record player, before eagerly taking his hands into her own, rather insistent that he share a dance with her. The man couldn't say no.
