[ it's lucky eddie isn't the jealous kind. but he is the... worrying kind. the distrustful of jocks kind. ]

I told you, surprisingly good guy.

[ the devil's blood is kind of a nightmare cocktail. forgoing the glass and instead being offered in a skull-shaped flagon. this is fucking heaven. billy throws an arm around him and eddie has no trouble slinging one around him in turn and shoving him lightly to the chair. ]

Shots have been had, lads! Now we're going to take some sick pictures on that metal as fuck throne before we're too fucked to remember.