[ there is probably more he could say to that, more bickering, more something about how eddie munson, who almost got signed by an actual record label, who managed to have a metal band in hawkins, indiana, who didn't give a shit about what anyone thought of him and led a consistent d&d campaign that a bunch of kids chose to go to over literally anything else, didn't party.
but right when steve is about to keep arguing, he sees it - that. that flash of something in eddie's eyes that confirms the whole thing for him.
because here's the thing - steve knows that look. it's been a couple of years, maybe. maybe a couple before that, too. it doesn't matter, though, because he recognizes it now - the widening of eyes, the pause in eddie's expression. steve is close enough to see it, to get that front row seat, to know (or, rather, to have it confirmed) that this isn't just something he's been crazy to cling to since they woke up from the crater. clarisse had all but yelled at him to do something about it, and steve... steve had been so terrified of eddie's reaction would be that he hadn't.
now?
now they're close, and steve's smiling, and eddie's right there and his eyes are so wide and ah, yeah, for all king steve might be a thing of the past, he has been in this place before. he knows this look. and that familiarity, plus the sudden rush of his own heart pounding in his chest, steve's smile grows just a bit wider.
eddie asks honestly and puts on a show, and steve feels...good. giddy, excited, young almost. it doesn't completely remove the rest of it, the clicking of keys in the back room and the hole in his stomach are all still there. but its quieter, for a moment, as eddie takes up space in the room. all the space, it seems, the second he grins back at steve.
obviously. ]
Good- c'mon.
[ steve doesn't let go of eddie's wrist, instead turning and all but dragging the other behind him. he pulls him out into the parking lot, and steve waves at shadow where she sits atop nero's fan in the front parking lot. he lets go of eddie when they get to his car, sliding over the top (because he can, okay, let him be as cool as he thinks he can right now) and climbing in. there's a general sense of urgency to his movements, one he assumes eddie will pick up on, as he turns the keys and his bmw comes to life.
( part of steve wishes he had the imagination to be able to upgrade his car, he guesses there's something to say about it being his. not that it matters, that's going to come into play a little later. )
the next however long goes by much faster than it probably should. steve might be speeding, the horizon might be helping, there might even be something to say about the nerves and the low-thrum of excitement, or maybe it's just the music playing out of his speakers - another one of eddie's tapes. whatever it is, it helps, and before either of them know it steve is pulling into the roadhouse in dean's horizon domain and stepping out of the car.
he turns, his back to the front door of the roadhouse, and shoots a grin at eddie. yeah, okay, he's definitely trying to at least appear cool here, which is probably backfiring, but let him live. ]
You mentioned getting wasted, right?
[ at least to start. steve has another idea, a bigger one, but this is going to be step one. ]
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but right when steve is about to keep arguing, he sees it - that. that flash of something in eddie's eyes that confirms the whole thing for him.
because here's the thing - steve knows that look. it's been a couple of years, maybe. maybe a couple before that, too. it doesn't matter, though, because he recognizes it now - the widening of eyes, the pause in eddie's expression. steve is close enough to see it, to get that front row seat, to know (or, rather, to have it confirmed) that this isn't just something he's been crazy to cling to since they woke up from the crater. clarisse had all but yelled at him to do something about it, and steve... steve had been so terrified of eddie's reaction would be that he hadn't.
now?
now they're close, and steve's smiling, and eddie's right there and his eyes are so wide and ah, yeah, for all king steve might be a thing of the past, he has been in this place before. he knows this look. and that familiarity, plus the sudden rush of his own heart pounding in his chest, steve's smile grows just a bit wider.
eddie asks honestly and puts on a show, and steve feels...good. giddy, excited, young almost. it doesn't completely remove the rest of it, the clicking of keys in the back room and the hole in his stomach are all still there. but its quieter, for a moment, as eddie takes up space in the room. all the space, it seems, the second he grins back at steve.
obviously. ]
Good- c'mon.
[ steve doesn't let go of eddie's wrist, instead turning and all but dragging the other behind him. he pulls him out into the parking lot, and steve waves at shadow where she sits atop nero's fan in the front parking lot. he lets go of eddie when they get to his car, sliding over the top (because he can, okay, let him be as cool as he thinks he can right now) and climbing in. there's a general sense of urgency to his movements, one he assumes eddie will pick up on, as he turns the keys and his bmw comes to life.
( part of steve wishes he had the imagination to be able to upgrade his car, he guesses there's something to say about it being his. not that it matters, that's going to come into play a little later. )
the next however long goes by much faster than it probably should. steve might be speeding, the horizon might be helping, there might even be something to say about the nerves and the low-thrum of excitement, or maybe it's just the music playing out of his speakers - another one of eddie's tapes. whatever it is, it helps, and before either of them know it steve is pulling into the roadhouse in dean's horizon domain and stepping out of the car.
he turns, his back to the front door of the roadhouse, and shoots a grin at eddie. yeah, okay, he's definitely trying to at least appear cool here, which is probably backfiring, but let him live. ]
You mentioned getting wasted, right?
[ at least to start. steve has another idea, a bigger one, but this is going to be step one. ]