Nothing major. [ he'll go ahead and turn the volume down to a reasonable level, flashing steve his charming little smile. ] Exchanging war stories and admiring all that this era has to offer.
[ but ]
Where exactly are you planning on taking us? [ aka can i douse myself in axe or do i need to go take an actual shower
the answer is always the second one but he hopes ]
[ He hasn't felt jealous of anyone but Jonathan in a long time, it's a twist in his gut he doesn't process quickly. It's just Eddie and Billy being idiotic stoners, he knows, loud music and all. He imagined they would be holed up like this.
Wryly, as Steve's hands find his hips to brush his coat aside, he wonders if a Demogorgon will walk through the wall. ]
There's a bar with a dark throne in it, I thought you might like it. [ Apparently it's already a party here though. ] We can go another time.
The fucking mom pose again - do you see that, Munson? He’s always looking at me like that.
[you’re out by curfew, billy.
More importantly:] Am I interrupting date night? [He hopes he is. He might be beaming like a regular guy but by god, he really hopes he has fucked date night up here.]
Given your track record, can you blame him? [ he'll risk giving billy's shoulder a little shake as he stands up and... goes to find clothes that he hasn't worn yet. he's got dry shampoo and cologne. ] Dude's saved the world like three times, he can power mom stance if he wants to.
[ hmmmm he'll leave that one for steve to answer ]
[ He drops his hands to his sides, far too aware of them all of a sudden as he folds his arms a moment later. It doesn't currently feel like he saved the world once, not with Billy staring with eyes like lasers. ]
Do up your damn shirt and you can tag along, Hargrove. May as well since you've both pre-gamed together.
Fuck you, Munson, I’m a delight. [The tone is right here; joking as he sits up on his elbows to give Steve a look. A full thirty seconds to change his mind before he’s up, downing his glass and patting Steve on the chest.] Keep it up Harrington and I might think you want me around.
[But sure, he does up some of his buttons. Enough to hide the worst of the damage, anyway. Not enough that a full tit is on view, but that’s for the ladies. It’s a public service.]
[ Eddie, meanwhile, just yanks his shirt off and tosses it into the pile on the floor, yanking the fresh one over his wild mop of bedhead. He's got the decency not to strip further - opting instead to duck into his bathroom to wiggle into a pair of torn skinny jeans, before just
blasting himself with scent-b-gones. ]
Play nice and we just might. [ ... actually these jokes work less well when he's not the only queer man in the room. eddie grabs a hair tie and steps out, snapping his snarled mess of hair up and off his shoulders. ]
[ Now that he knows Billy has a thing for him it's harder to ignore the sassy come-ons (because that is what they are and always were, big revelation) and he swallows as Billy pats his sweatshirt, inwardly having a mild panic about the fact he's finding him attractive. He doesn't mind those buttons being undone.
Did Eddie just imply they're going to invite Billy to stay? Steve isn't sure his gay-o-meter is full enough to divest the imagery that springs up. He snags the bottle of Skull Vodka and necks a mouthful, coughing as a result. The burn is a good distraction ... When he turns to see Eddie sweeping his hair up, Steve actively resists the urge to help with the stray strands and touch, back-pedalling to the door. ]
Let's go already, the night is young.
[ One last swig (and grimace) before he sets the vodka down to leave behind. ]
[He keeps the little jumpy to himself and instead casts Eddie a look that says are you ready to see a lightweight in action. He’s seen Steve drunk, after all.
He’s sure this is cosmically bizarre, the way the three of them head out together. He’s not going to question it. Eddie can keep making him laugh; maybe for once he can air guitar without some prep thinking he’s joking around. Maybe he can get Steve to be less cagey, too. A lot of maybe’s that he tally’s up on the way, in-between whatever conversation he’s dragged into.
Mostly he watches them. Weighs the way the are with each other against what he knows of them individually. ]
[ there's something they say about old habits dying hard.
one on one with steve, eddie doesn't care. he's always touching him. always in his personal space. giving zero shits about any stares they may attract, now that he's certain that those stares are just going to stay stares. but billy being along has him trying to behave himself.
he still walks closer to steve, but he's a little more mindful about not grabbing hold of him and shaking him for emphasis as he talks. he cracks jokes to billy and - almost gets stopped in his tracks as they pass by a gaming store en route to the bar, drumming his fingers against the glass and debating if he wants to be rude enough to barge in fifteen minutes before close... and deciding he has no where to put his purchases, he'll leave them in the bar, and pivoting on his heel to catch up. ]
[ It's weird. Never not gonna be, walking between Eddie and Billy, of all people, and he misses Robin something fierce for her ability to ramble aimlessly and keep conversations going past the point of their death. Steve keeps his hands to himself as they walk, stuffed in the pockets of his coat, laying out their options for where to go if they get tired of the bar with a heavy metal themes (only he may grow tired of it, he's starting to realise in grim self-awareness) when Eddie starts hanging back to look into a nerdy shop near closing time.
He takes a picture of the place's storefront with his phone (fucking wizardry right there) so that he can find it later once they're on the other side of drunk, then as he beckons to Eddie to hurry up he keeps his arm out and slides it around him to reel the guy into his side, a seamlessly natural move that says come back here, to me. When he belatedly notices what he's doing, aka resting his hand in the small of Eddie's back in front of Billy, he drops it to hide back in his own coat pocket. ]
[He's already lit up a cigarette - nicotine, this time - distracted by the lighter while Eddie strays behind. He looks up with a puff of smoke, sees Steve's hand draw back quick as a flash, and rolls his eyes. He fights the urge to speak, figures two to one on the verbal exchange will be less funny than just winding Steve's tightly wound strings. Except that means ten minutes of this painfully virgin-esque display in front of him.
Decisions, decisions.
He shifts between them, slings an arm over each of their shoulders, and grins through the cigarette in his mouth. He may also be a little lit. Excuses, etc. ] Jesus that art of conversation is lost on you two. Loosen up.
[ It's weird to think that they live in a world where Steve Harrington, Monster Slayer and Single Mom Extraordinaire - picked Eddie Munson over Billy Hargrove. He can guess the reason - well, Steve outright told him the reason. Billy was a creep who came on too strong, and Eddie knew when to cede control and back off.
He claps Billy on the back. ]
I don't know about what it was like in California, Hargrove - but we simple country folk learned to mind what conversations we have in public.
[ He's unphased. He does, however, reach for the cigarette with his other hand in a clear share motion. ]
[ Ungh. That's a heavy arm. He doesn't shrug it off but it feels like they might look weird walking down the street like that, and he just ... leans his head away a little, same as he did when Eddie got too close in the Upside-Down. ]
You guys are loosened up enough for the three of us.
[He is very magnanimous, slides the cigarette from his mouth and hands it to Eddie. He does, too, release Steve from the depths of Billy Hell. He's in a good mood. It's definitely the weed, and not being an evil third wheel. ]
Munson, I really don't think the superheroes give a shit.
[To Steve, he gives a very gentle elbow to the arm -] My guy, you're the one who wanted to shower.
Supervillains might. Besides, not all superheroes are heroic. Shit you'd know if you picked up a good book once in a while.
[ he takes a long drag of the cigarette, keeping his hand on billy's shoulder and giving it a little shake before he stuffs them in his pockets. he hands it back, flashing a grin at steve. ]
Yeah, well, I'll catch up. [ TO CLARIFY: ] Not on the comics.
[ Steve heads in first, barrelling through the doors to drop off his coat and make a b-line for the bar through the thronging evening crowd. One thing he's good for is being seen, a flashy smile coaxing over the server as he finds a nook at the bar.
Over a shoulder he eyeballs Eddie and Billy. ]
What do you guys want?
[ The "dark throne" sits to one side of the bar, currently empty. ]
[ and of course eddie's distracted by the throne the moment they walk in. his eyes are pulled from the pair beside him, locked on target. hand coming up to fiddle with his hair and sliding across his mouth to hide the enormous grin. ]
Tequila sounds good.
[ is said distractedly. anything more than cheap shit is usually out of his budget.
if it was just him and steve, he'd already have taken off to sit in the thing. but billy is still an unknown. buttering him up and being friendly with him isn't going to do shit-all if he's got his mind on trouble. ]
[ Rolling his eyes are the sight of Eddie already lost to the world of the living (oof) with the throne in sight, he nods to Billy and orders for them: a round of shots, a tequila, bourbon, and a double vodka coke. ]
Eddie, come do shots with us before you disappear into the walls of this place.
[ He knows that's literally possible. Wall experience if nothing else. Is the Upside-Down on the parallel side of this superhero world too? Yeah, Steve's too sober. ]
[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. ]
[ down the shot goes. eddie sticks out his tongue afterwords, shaking his head as he drops it back down onto the bartop. ]
Shit yeah. [ the atmosphere of this place already warming him up to it. the drinks don't suck. the music doesn't suck. the throws his head back and closes his eyes, taking a moment to absorb it. then he's waving down the bartender for another round - only after glancing at steve to affirm that yes, yes he can do that.
maybe should've ate more than a few slices of pizza but whatever, it's fine. oh wait look at that specialty menu. uh - okay, shots and whatever the fuck blood of satan is. yeah, yeah yeah yeah. ] Now this is my kind of bar.
[ Round one of shots done, he takes a gulp of his vodka-coke to make sure that shit mixes fast. Steve orders another round of shots and whatever the fuck the Blood of Satan is (he's hazarding a guess it's a bloody mary with that evil little trident for show instead of an umbrella), and this time he holds out his shot glass to Billy. Maybe Billy does have a lot in common with Eddie but he went to the same parties as Steve, he knows the routine. It's easier to find even ground with him outside, away from his safe-haven hotel room.
It's all a little unreal, he would agree.
... The music is terrible, but he keeps that to himself. At least the volume is down as the night heats up. ]
Second shots up!
[ It is entirely his plan to get fucked up, sticking his own tongue out at the taste of whatever he just swallowed. ]
Eddie, you got your second drink already; Billy, what weird shit do you want off that monstrosity of a menu?
[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.
[ 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.
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[ but ]
Where exactly are you planning on taking us? [ aka can i douse myself in axe or do i need to go take an actual shower
the answer is always the second one but he hopes ]
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Wryly, as Steve's hands find his hips to brush his coat aside, he wonders if a Demogorgon will walk through the wall. ]
There's a bar with a dark throne in it, I thought you might like it. [ Apparently it's already a party here though. ] We can go another time.
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[you’re out by curfew, billy.
More importantly:] Am I interrupting date night? [He hopes he is. He might be beaming like a regular guy but by god, he really hopes he has fucked date night up here.]
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[ hmmmm he'll leave that one for steve to answer ]
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Do up your damn shirt and you can tag along, Hargrove. May as well since you've both pre-gamed together.
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[But sure, he does up some of his buttons. Enough to hide the worst of the damage, anyway. Not enough that a full tit is on view, but that’s for the ladies. It’s a public service.]
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blasting himself with scent-b-gones. ]
Play nice and we just might. [ ... actually these jokes work less well when he's not the only queer man in the room. eddie grabs a hair tie and steps out, snapping his snarled mess of hair up and off his shoulders. ]
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Did Eddie just imply they're going to invite Billy to stay? Steve isn't sure his gay-o-meter is full enough to divest the imagery that springs up. He snags the bottle of Skull Vodka and necks a mouthful, coughing as a result. The burn is a good distraction ... When he turns to see Eddie sweeping his hair up, Steve actively resists the urge to help with the stray strands and touch, back-pedalling to the door. ]
Let's go already, the night is young.
[ One last swig (and grimace) before he sets the vodka down to leave behind. ]
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He’s sure this is cosmically bizarre, the way the three of them head out together. He’s not going to question it. Eddie can keep making him laugh; maybe for once he can air guitar without some prep thinking he’s joking around. Maybe he can get Steve to be less cagey, too. A lot of maybe’s that he tally’s up on the way, in-between whatever conversation he’s dragged into.
Mostly he watches them. Weighs the way the are with each other against what he knows of them individually. ]
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one on one with steve, eddie doesn't care. he's always touching him. always in his personal space. giving zero shits about any stares they may attract, now that he's certain that those stares are just going to stay stares. but billy being along has him trying to behave himself.
he still walks closer to steve, but he's a little more mindful about not grabbing hold of him and shaking him for emphasis as he talks. he cracks jokes to billy and - almost gets stopped in his tracks as they pass by a gaming store en route to the bar, drumming his fingers against the glass and debating if he wants to be rude enough to barge in fifteen minutes before close... and deciding he has no where to put his purchases, he'll leave them in the bar, and pivoting on his heel to catch up. ]
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He takes a picture of the place's storefront with his phone (fucking wizardry right there) so that he can find it later once they're on the other side of drunk, then as he beckons to Eddie to hurry up he keeps his arm out and slides it around him to reel the guy into his side, a seamlessly natural move that says come back here, to me. When he belatedly notices what he's doing, aka resting his hand in the small of Eddie's back in front of Billy, he drops it to hide back in his own coat pocket. ]
It's not far to go, ten minutes maybe.
[ Ahem. ]
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Decisions, decisions.
He shifts between them, slings an arm over each of their shoulders, and grins through the cigarette in his mouth. He may also be a little lit. Excuses, etc. ] Jesus that art of conversation is lost on you two. Loosen up.
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He claps Billy on the back. ]
I don't know about what it was like in California, Hargrove - but we simple country folk learned to mind what conversations we have in public.
[ He's unphased. He does, however, reach for the cigarette with his other hand in a clear share motion. ]
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You guys are loosened up enough for the three of us.
[ There's the bar ahead! Thank God. ]
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Munson, I really don't think the superheroes give a shit.
[To Steve, he gives a very gentle elbow to the arm -] My guy, you're the one who wanted to shower.
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[ he takes a long drag of the cigarette, keeping his hand on billy's shoulder and giving it a little shake before he stuffs them in his pockets. he hands it back, flashing a grin at steve. ]
That goes for you too.
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[ Steve heads in first, barrelling through the doors to drop off his coat and make a b-line for the bar through the thronging evening crowd. One thing he's good for is being seen, a flashy smile coaxing over the server as he finds a nook at the bar.
Over a shoulder he eyeballs Eddie and Billy. ]
What do you guys want?
[ The "dark throne" sits to one side of the bar, currently empty. ]
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[This is not a dare, except that maybe it is, and he looks to Steve next, expression absolutely angelic. ] What does the King of Hawkins High say?
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Tequila sounds good.
[ is said distractedly. anything more than cheap shit is usually out of his budget.
if it was just him and steve, he'd already have taken off to sit in the thing. but billy is still an unknown. buttering him up and being friendly with him isn't going to do shit-all if he's got his mind on trouble. ]
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Eddie, come do shots with us before you disappear into the walls of this place.
[ He knows that's literally possible. Wall experience if nothing else. Is the Upside-Down on the parallel side of this superhero world too? Yeah, Steve's too sober. ]
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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. ]
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Shit yeah. [ the atmosphere of this place already warming him up to it. the drinks don't suck. the music doesn't suck. the throws his head back and closes his eyes, taking a moment to absorb it. then he's waving down the bartender for another round - only after glancing at steve to affirm that yes, yes he can do that.
maybe should've ate more than a few slices of pizza but whatever, it's fine. oh wait look at that specialty menu. uh - okay, shots and whatever the fuck blood of satan is. yeah, yeah yeah yeah. ] Now this is my kind of bar.
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It's all a little unreal, he would agree.
... The music is terrible, but he keeps that to himself. At least the volume is down as the night heats up. ]
Second shots up!
[ It is entirely his plan to get fucked up, sticking his own tongue out at the taste of whatever he just swallowed. ]
Eddie, you got your second drink already; Billy, what weird shit do you want off that monstrosity of a menu?
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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.
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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.
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