[ Okay, he gets it nowâwhy everyone and their mom was kind of obsessed with Steve Harrington back home. Truth be told, maybe heâs gotten it for awhile now, but he really gets it now. ]
Letâs not get too ahead of ourselves.
[ Spoken with a grin and a tone that implies that, yeah, he would like to give out a compliment, but heâs going to be stubborn and hold onto it for a bit.
He doesnât intend to be caught looking, but he doesnât bother to pretend like he isnât either. Half a dozen times he considers just outright askingâWhat is this? Put a word to it. I dare you. But he stops himself every time. In a situation like this, maybe itâs just better not to know. That way, at least there are no expectations to make or break, and Eddieâs nerves remain only moderately jangled rather than severely jangled.
Eddie does follow, watches as Steve makes his bar like he owns the place before beginning to drift toward the jukebox with faux nonchalance. Like itâs not his intended location when it so very clearly is.
This was one of the first places Eddie ever found himself in the Horizonâstood like a statue right here in front of this jukebox for at least an hour, hoarding it from the other visitors and absorbing to every new-to-him Metallica song he could find. Thereâs probably plenty more thatâs worth his time, but as he scrolls idly through the jukeboxâs offerings, heâs not really looking for anything in particular. Maybe this is just a quick stop. Maybe they wonât be here for long, but that doesnât mean he canât peruse. ]
Uhhâ
[ He mumbles out loud in response to Steve, momentarily distracted by the jukebox. Because he spots Journey on that list and for half a second, he considers it. God, why is he considering it? He is absolutely not giving Clarisse any opportunity to be painfully smug. He grimaces at himself and quickly chooses something a little more his speedâsomething a little more guitar-driven and a lot lessâŚcrooning lead singer-driven. Pleased enough with his choice, he pushes away from the jukebox. ]
Now, I donât know about you, but I say we dream a little bigger and take both.
[ He leans against the bar and tilts his head, watching Steve open cabinets with a familiarity that goes beyond that of a casual visitor. Even Eddie, who actually worked in a shitty dive bar back in Hawkins, wouldnât dare to assume he knows whatâs what back there. ]
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Letâs not get too ahead of ourselves.
[ Spoken with a grin and a tone that implies that, yeah, he would like to give out a compliment, but heâs going to be stubborn and hold onto it for a bit.
He doesnât intend to be caught looking, but he doesnât bother to pretend like he isnât either. Half a dozen times he considers just outright askingâWhat is this? Put a word to it. I dare you. But he stops himself every time. In a situation like this, maybe itâs just better not to know. That way, at least there are no expectations to make or break, and Eddieâs nerves remain only moderately jangled rather than severely jangled.
Eddie does follow, watches as Steve makes his bar like he owns the place before beginning to drift toward the jukebox with faux nonchalance. Like itâs not his intended location when it so very clearly is.
This was one of the first places Eddie ever found himself in the Horizonâstood like a statue right here in front of this jukebox for at least an hour, hoarding it from the other visitors and absorbing to every new-to-him Metallica song he could find. Thereâs probably plenty more thatâs worth his time, but as he scrolls idly through the jukeboxâs offerings, heâs not really looking for anything in particular. Maybe this is just a quick stop. Maybe they wonât be here for long, but that doesnât mean he canât peruse. ]
Uhhâ
[ He mumbles out loud in response to Steve, momentarily distracted by the jukebox. Because he spots Journey on that list and for half a second, he considers it. God, why is he considering it? He is absolutely not giving Clarisse any opportunity to be painfully smug. He grimaces at himself and quickly chooses something a little more his speedâsomething a little more guitar-driven and a lot lessâŚcrooning lead singer-driven. Pleased enough with his choice, he pushes away from the jukebox. ]
Now, I donât know about you, but I say we dream a little bigger and take both.
[ He leans against the bar and tilts his head, watching Steve open cabinets with a familiarity that goes beyond that of a casual visitor. Even Eddie, who actually worked in a shitty dive bar back in Hawkins, wouldnât dare to assume he knows whatâs what back there. ]
When have you been here before?