Youād be shocked, but thereās not a whole lot of partying going on at the dive-iest of the dive bars, Steve.
[ Those places were usually more sad than anything, but a venue was a venue and Eddie is quick to leave the argument there, turning his focus toward racking his brain for ideas instead. When he turn back to share them, heās aware they arenāt his most creative, but he feels like heās offered a variety of options, andā
Shit. Shit, shit, shitā
Before, it could have been written off as a fluke, but now Steve crowds into his space and it seems very purposeful. Eddie would know. Invading peoplesā space is his thing, and more often than not, itās just to be strange and off-putting. But this isnāt strange or off-putting. Itāsā¦kind of charming and it all shakes Eddie to his very core.
Ironically, outside of the feeling of fear, it really does take a lot to properly rattle Eddie. He was never thrown off by the disinterested, lukewarm crowds he performed to back in Hawkins. Not one of the daily insults or judgmental looks ever made him stumble. But nowāhe feels really rattled now. Not enough to run, but enough to make his eyes widen and his head swim, andāshit, there it is again. The way his heart skips a beat and then leaps right into his throat, so quickly and with such force that heās afraid itās going to leap out of his chest and onto the dingy Family Video carpet.
Itās a bizarre feeling, and one seems to be growing more and more acquainted with. Heās kind of afraid to put a name to it, but he finds himself thinking that, yeah, maybe Clarisse kind of did kind of have a point...and, shit, he absolutely doesnāt know what to do with that.
You trust me, right? Luckily, that snaps him out of it--sort of. Heās still very aware of Steveās hand on his wrist, but he manages to blinks back to some semblance of reality. ]
UhāHonestly?
[ Only with all that remains of my young life, dude is what he would like to say. But god, that seems like too much. Entirely too much, so Eddie reels it all in and does what he usually does. He puts on a show of pretending like he needs to think about it, like heās weighing every possible optionāand in the end, he just grins like he canāt carry his own joke all the way through to the punchline. ]
Iām almost offended you even need to ask. But, uhā¦obviously.
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[ Those places were usually more sad than anything, but a venue was a venue and Eddie is quick to leave the argument there, turning his focus toward racking his brain for ideas instead. When he turn back to share them, heās aware they arenāt his most creative, but he feels like heās offered a variety of options, andā
Shit. Shit, shit, shitā
Before, it could have been written off as a fluke, but now Steve crowds into his space and it seems very purposeful. Eddie would know. Invading peoplesā space is his thing, and more often than not, itās just to be strange and off-putting. But this isnāt strange or off-putting. Itāsā¦kind of charming and it all shakes Eddie to his very core.
Ironically, outside of the feeling of fear, it really does take a lot to properly rattle Eddie. He was never thrown off by the disinterested, lukewarm crowds he performed to back in Hawkins. Not one of the daily insults or judgmental looks ever made him stumble. But nowāhe feels really rattled now. Not enough to run, but enough to make his eyes widen and his head swim, andāshit, there it is again. The way his heart skips a beat and then leaps right into his throat, so quickly and with such force that heās afraid itās going to leap out of his chest and onto the dingy Family Video carpet.
Itās a bizarre feeling, and one seems to be growing more and more acquainted with. Heās kind of afraid to put a name to it, but he finds himself thinking that, yeah, maybe Clarisse kind of did kind of have a point...and, shit, he absolutely doesnāt know what to do with that.
You trust me, right? Luckily, that snaps him out of it--sort of. Heās still very aware of Steveās hand on his wrist, but he manages to blinks back to some semblance of reality. ]
UhāHonestly?
[ Only with all that remains of my young life, dude is what he would like to say. But god, that seems like too much. Entirely too much, so Eddie reels it all in and does what he usually does. He puts on a show of pretending like he needs to think about it, like heās weighing every possible optionāand in the end, he just grins like he canāt carry his own joke all the way through to the punchline. ]
Iām almost offended you even need to ask. But, uhā¦obviously.