[In a lot of ways, being around other people offers the small comfort of being able to vanish, if he gets bored of this game specifically. It might as well be a game now, so far off track from his original intention that it's 360'd back to normal. He isn't friends with these two, they all know it. Still, there's tequila, there's bourbon, and maybe tomorrow they will never speak to him again -
That doesn't feel fine at all, but he can live with it. File this memory away as one of the better, more confusing ones. Something to look back on before he dies again, and wonder why it took him so long to get his shit together.
He picks up a shot glass with one hand, extends it out for Eddie to pluck, and with the other, he knocks it against Steve's and then throws it back. Probably he should have stuck to the weed, but no one here is looking at him the wrong way yet because Billy? Billy is too hung up on whatever funny pantomime Eddie and Steve are putting on in front of him. Idly, he wonders if they think he's fucking with them. That the minute they start packing on the PDA, Billy will pull a gotcha and rearrange one of their faces. Like, he might, but less for that and more for jealousy -
Or, fuck it, there's always someone else here. Some just pretty enough with eyes just dark enough. Fuck it, whatever - at least the music is good, at least the shot burns his throat, and at least Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson haven't told him to fuck off yet. ]
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That doesn't feel fine at all, but he can live with it. File this memory away as one of the better, more confusing ones. Something to look back on before he dies again, and wonder why it took him so long to get his shit together.
He picks up a shot glass with one hand, extends it out for Eddie to pluck, and with the other, he knocks it against Steve's and then throws it back. Probably he should have stuck to the weed, but no one here is looking at him the wrong way yet because Billy? Billy is too hung up on whatever funny pantomime Eddie and Steve are putting on in front of him. Idly, he wonders if they think he's fucking with them. That the minute they start packing on the PDA, Billy will pull a gotcha and rearrange one of their faces. Like, he might, but less for that and more for jealousy -
Or, fuck it, there's always someone else here. Some just pretty enough with eyes just dark enough. Fuck it, whatever - at least the music is good, at least the shot burns his throat, and at least Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson haven't told him to fuck off yet. ]