- RETROMIX + HEATMETAL

[camarod]

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[heatmetal]

Besides, if I'd known you were cool I'da done this a lot sooner. Hawkins is a shit place if you're a square peg trying to slot yourself through a round hole.

[ it could've been nice. in another world. ]

You play any instruments?

[camarod]

Munson I was cool the whole time. [Thank YOU very much. He passes the joint back, would motion to his abs if they weren’t so obvious.]

Drums. It’s been a while. Guitar for a bit.

[Not since his sophomore year, maybe. Became too much of an easy target at home. ] Basketball ended up taking up all my time. Shit happens.

[heatmetal]

[ yeah those sure always on display. he lets his gaze drop to take them in as he takes the joint in hand, gesturing with it. ]

Ah. And that was the disconnect. [ he takes a drag, holding it in his longs, then lets it out slow through his nose. ] The Basketball team thrived on making my life a living hell.

But drums? I can work with that.

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Yeah, I buy that.

[Some of the younger kids even Billy would have decked in the halls. Hell, even his friends.]

Fuck, I can still keep a beat. Might even get a set here now I’m loaded. [Humblebrag.] You see they do electric sets now?

[heatmetal]

Just what are you doing for cash?

[ he draws his legs up, tucking it to his chest as he passes the joint back, bobbing his head in a nod. ]

[camarod]

Construction. And other exploits.

[This is the easiest to explain, but there is a devious glint to his eye as he slips the joint between his lips and reaches for his phone. He unlocks it with a swipe, tap taps and then it extends it out with his OnlyStans open, profile mode only - the content is there if he bothers to scroll.

Three thousand subscribers.

He exhales out a plume of smoke, grinning.] Ten dollars to subscribe.

[heatmetal]

[ eddie's eyes go wide and takes the phone, not hiding the fact that he's checking out this... entrepreneurial pursuit. ]

The future is wild. [ he hands the phone back, folding an arm behind his head and considering. ]

[camarod]

They are into the scars, dude. It’s fucking weird as shit.

[Take the joint, Eddie, he’s gotta laugh at the absurdity of his dick paying for his life of luxury. ]

If dealing doesn’t work out, you got options.

[heatmetal]

Scars are sexy. Your followers have good taste.

[ taking it, tilting his head back and mulling it over. he holds onto it a little while longer this time, eyes lowering to half-mast. ]

If I'm gonna sell my sex appeal, it's going to be on a stage. [ his lips quirk in a slightly soft smile. ] Dealing's just a way to get by. Always has been. Take me out back and shoot me if I'm still doing this when I'm thirty.

[camarod]

You want some sex appeal then we gotta work on those arms Munson.

[Noodles. Etc. Billy considers him, though: remembers tracing the contours of his face half-wasted and thinking pretty. Sober he sees all sharp edges, eyes so dark they could suck someone in.

It’s not hard to imagine people would be drawn to him, especially on a stage. He could a billion girls and boys fall in love with that kind of pull.] And tighter pants, amigo. Everyone goes to a show for the ass. Musics secondary.

[heatmetal]

Ugh.

[ he folds an arm over his face, laughing as he holds the joint back out. ]

I am noooot about working out. [ he moves his arms, glancing down at the pants he's currently wearing. ] Those I can do, though. I'm thinking leather.

[camarod]

Shit Munson, you rock up in leather pants I might even fall for you.

[This Is A Joke; he’s even laughing, plucking the joint back and inhaling deep, holding it in. His head is blissfully empty for the moment, stays that way when he exhales out and visibly seems to relax into the couch.]

You had a band, right? In Hawkins? You recruiting here?

[heatmetal]

I'll consider that my greatest accomplishment.

[ he bats those pretty eyes and considers, then nods. ]

I'm not built to be a solo act.

[camarod]

Sick.

[Pointedly ignoring those batting eyelashes, thank you, take the weed -]

You sing too, Munson?

[He hadn’t considered that, before. Can’t remember enough of his last months before Vecna to recall of Eddie ever told him.]

[heatmetal]

[ taking it. ]

I'm better at screaming than I am singing, but yeah. It's passable.

[camarod]

The whole package.

[There is one thing about Eddie Munson: he always finds the goods that leaves Billy feeling a little boneless. A little loose limbed and less shitty.

He racks his knuckles against Eddie’s thigh, a quiet little you’re okay actually.] You still owe me a song. I want vocals. Might even drum if I’m felling nice.

[heatmetal]

Forgot my guitar. Unless you want acapella.

[ he grins. ]

[camarod]

Nah I can wait. Trying this new thing called patience. It’s a real buzzkill.

[A matching grin. ]

Speaking of buzzkills, [a little gimme for the joint -] where is that pretty boy other half of yours?

[heatmetal]

[ handing it back over. ]

Cleaning my room. I mentioned my fibula should be somewhere too and he had a conniption fit.

[camarod]

[the bark of laughter is immediate, ]

He’s such a goddamn mom, jesus.

[heatmetal]

Completely. Not that he's gonna admit to being a single mom of six.

[ making grabby hands for the joint. ]

Those kids adore him. Seriously, Henderson? Never shuts the fuck up about him. I didn't believe that jackass Harrington suddenly turned soft and domestic until I saw it with my own eyes.

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[he is a little greedy - inhales an extra draw before he hands it back, snorting.]

Tommy H said it happened over night, but Tommy H talks more shit than his ass. I figured it was for the Wheeler girl, but he still had all those goddamn kids even after she dumped him.

[He remembers Steve asking if he was lonely, wishes he’d had enough of a memory to bring up the kids.]


You seen the way he puts his hands on his hips? Even Max’s mom doesn’t pull that shit.

[heatmetal]

It's his power stance.

[ eddie snorts a laugh around the joint. ]

Kinda figured it was because he figured out highschool is just a load of bullshit. [ he pulls a coin out of his pocket, rolling it between his fingers for something to do with his hands. ] Hanging out with people you actually like makes a big difference in the kinda guy you end up being.

[camarod]

We don’t all get that freedom.

[It’s less defensive than it would be, sober. He feels a little high; feels like the weight of being Hargrove is featherlight for now.

He watches the coin roll, catch the light then roll again. Eddie Munson has long fingers, he realises. Skinny things decked out in chunky rings, but they move so effortlessly. Good for guitar, he supposes. Good for - well.

He sighs, lolls his head back and tips his chin up and wets his lips.]

[heatmetal]

Ain't that the truth.

[ he holds the joint back out with his other hand. ]

... Harrington talks a big game about getting us all back home, but it's going to be more complicated than he thinks.