[The adrenline of it will catch up soon; wash away the weird feelings of being out of place just enough to get rightly fucked up. He takes his own, knocks it against Steve's and if his pinky is there, in the way to touch skin, he only notices enough to neck the thing faster.
He's licking his lips when he glances at the menu, scans over the name, looks for something hard and less flavour, and jams his thumb against devil's island. He does wish the music was a little louder; a little faster to move his head to, but it's still pretty great.
He swings an arm around Eddie's shoulder, leans in close enough to be casually friendly, and holds his empty shot glass against his chest, like he's a proud mom. ] Can you believe Steve Harrington is buying us drinks, Munson? I must be dreaming.
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He's licking his lips when he glances at the menu, scans over the name, looks for something hard and less flavour, and jams his thumb against devil's island. He does wish the music was a little louder; a little faster to move his head to, but it's still pretty great.
He swings an arm around Eddie's shoulder, leans in close enough to be casually friendly, and holds his empty shot glass against his chest, like he's a proud mom. ] Can you believe Steve Harrington is buying us drinks, Munson? I must be dreaming.