Eli filled his glass and downed before refilling it. "Too much of anything is bad but too much whiskey isn't enough... Mark Twain." Eli said as he got up and walked into the kitchen. "I plan on eating her food, and trying to have a nice evening. Beyond that who am I to stand in the way of fate." 

Eli stared to rifle through what food was in the kitchen. He found a meal fit for a king, more than one if he was truth. The fact that he was again doing something he was against wasn't lost on him. It just made this all the more funny. With that he pulled out a stolen smart phone he got when no one was looking. One belonging to the very person who's apartment he and his new found buddy were inhabitants of. He played some music some classical music, starting with [url=https://youtu.be/kGQVETVVGf0] something classic.  [/url] It was from there every step and motion he made had more than little funk to it.  Who was he to denie the beat of the music. 

Fire was a wonderful thing. It's control on the other was downright blissful. It made cooking and dethawing food take only seconds. Four steaks each at different at different cooking temps ranging from Pittsburghed to well done. Grilled corn on the cob and baked potatos. An American meal fit for kings. He drank his whiskey and plated everything. Eli thought it looked half way decent. Something he could have ordered from a nice restaurant back home. As he drank the last bit in his glass and places all the food he cooked in the oven. Turning the oven on low, Eli grabbed an apple and was content to wait for whatever hell was coming his way. 

The apartment smelled wonderful. Meat and whiskey in air. He was enjoying with every second of it.