Don't act like you don't love everything about my ass.
[ he's a little too far gone to watch his tone. wiggling his bone fucking ass on steve's lap for emphasis - and then laughing as billy joins the pile. his touch is surprisingly warm - as is his laugh. which eddie's learning he rather likes the sound of. its like a rare song that only comes on the radio once in a blue moon, sung by a known artist under a secret alias to secretly share their true thoughts on the world.
but that's too deep. he's so high.
selfies are a weird concept. eddie takes to them as he has most things in this modern world - with a ferocity and intensity to master it. he sticks his tongue out for the first one and manages to look somewhat normal for the next two, even if the grin is wild and manic as ever.
he lingers on steve's lap a few moments longer than strictly necessary, then he's hopping off and to his feet like a spring, turning around to extend a hand to help Steve up. ]
[ There's a lot of breath on his face and he squints in the midst of two noses too close to his own, a laugh bubbling up when Eddie sticks his tongue out. At least one of the photos has Steve smiling and not pulling an aloof expression that looks way drunker than he thinks it does. He follows the warmth of Eddie up and slides his hand into the one waiting, looking away as he does. At the crowd that doesn't give a shit somehow. Back at Hargrove.
Steve offers him a hand too, because there's logic in sticking together en route to the bar; the whole place is rapidly filling up and he doesn't want any of them to get lost. ]
[He is not subtle about the way he looks down at Steve's hand after he turns, like he's trying desperately to solve a puzzle in his head. He's too high for it; he reaches out, grabs some of Steve's fingers with his pinky and propels them forward.
The shots are there, there are more bodies crowding around them and it would easy to get lost. Was this plan a? He think so. He doesn't want to vanish yet, so he takes a glass one by one, passes them down their weird little train and raises in a mid toast before he swallows it.
Obviously it tastes sweet and like lighter fluid all at once. Billy could drink that all night, honestly. ] Shit that burns.
[The music is getting louder, he realises. More people must be the cue. Now he has something to move to. ]
[ eddie's not usually a bar guy. not outside of shows, at least, and he's already eyeing the stage in this joint and wondering if it's possible to make something of himself here. maybe. down the line.
but really he's just taking in the view. the company. he wheels and deals but rarely gets to enjoy the night, and this is... surprisingly nice. letting his body sway to the beat as he throws down this latest shot, whooping loudly at the burn as he smacks it down against the table and throwing his head back. ]
Auuuuuuuugh, that tasted so bad! Isn't there anything sweeter? Can we get cherries?
[ Stuffy Steve is slipping away as he rinses out his shot-soaked mouth with vodka and coke, a clearly bright idea. He puts his back to the bar with Billy and Eddie to lean back on, slotted between them comfortably — ]
I see a table!
[ Nope, he's off like a whippet, diving through the crowd with a shoulder aimed toward one of the little shelves that encircles a pillar of the building. ]
[He says this close to Eddie's ear, watching Steve weave and make a beeline for the little cranny he's set his sights on. He leaves Billy sort of breathless just watching him. He's never seen this Steve, he realises: happy and having fun, enjoying a night and not on his guard. He likes it. He could get used to it.
He glances at Eddie, over the contours of his cheekbones where they're sort of flushed and yeah, okay fine, he could get used to Eddie too. Something about him softens Billy's hackles, makes him want to sprawl out and talk about music, how much they both hate small towns. This is how he knows he's fucked, actually. The crawl of sentimentality.
He nods to Steve's waiting form, doesn't really think about it while he grabs Eddie around the wrist to haul him through the hoard of metalheads piling up. ]
[ he represses the shudder as billy's words tickle his ear. the flush deepens, though he doesn't move to follow steve just yet. his eyes are glued to his ass as he smashes through the crowd for their prize. ]
A year ago I woulda told you it was steroids, but now... Now I think he's actually the goddamn energizer bunny.
[ and then billy's hauling him through the crowd and eddie's going along, letting the bigger body carve their way through the crowd. once at the table he throws himself into the chair beside steve, offering his drink for him to taste. ]
[ Steve literally holds onto their "table" until the others catch up, relaxing once they do; there isn't anywhere besides a couple of rickety chairs to sit on but it's a damn good leaning space he's assumed for himself and he's proud. His second drink is mostly gone by the time they arrive so he accepts Eddie's to take a swig from. ]
Guys! Guys, how do you dance in here? Are we allowed to dance? [ Why is he stage-whispering behind a hand? ] I don't know metal rules.
[ He's up and he's willing but he has no idea what's happening! This is exciting! Steve looks all around for the dancefloor and his eyes widen as he sees people ... uh, ]
[Eddie gets a point right back and - is there a stool? Yes there is, just a second of grabbing, hauling a leg up before he shows exactly how California does it. It's all in the hair, all in the fingers over the imaginary strings. To some degree it is also all in the ass, the jean stretch over it is so important etc.
He gets lost in it a little, shifts from air guitar to drums, feels sweat pooling at his temples, feels his lips drying up with the movement. When he slicks his hair back, it's to see if Steve gets the hang of it, too see if his body can learn the thrashing.
He sits on the stool to catch his breath, somehow finds a way to sprawl there too, back against the column and his thighs parted wide. ] Come on Harrington, you gotta get your head in it.
[ but eddie will show him the ropes. how to feel the body with your music, how to let all your aggression out and feel the pure passion. it's easier to show than explain and he lets himself get lost in the beat, his dancing as frantic and wildly energetic as the rest of them ]
[ Jesus Christ, he's fought a monster made of the minced flesh of half his town and flambéd a dark wizard but he's never been so intimidated in his life. His mouth parts and he licks his lips, staring for the duration of Billy's lewd as hell show, then he swings his head to watch as Eddie hurls himself into a crowd that looks like it's trying to bash each other up. Steve's not sensual or tough, not with mindless ease like these two. He isn't the kind of guy to smash heads with in a mosh pit; kinda wishes Robin was around to bop around with, deep down.
But he likes what he sees in both directions. ]
... Uh oh.
[ Steve sways on the spot, resting a hand on the pillar. ]
His gaze moves lazily between Eddie going feral in the crowd and Steve, and then Steve sort of swaying and his grin drops embarrassingly fast because for a second it looks like Steve might do a little Lightweight Lie Down -]
Harrington, you good? [He's sitting up, brows furrowing, elbows on his thigh. ]
[ he's not drunk enough to miss that. but is drunk enough to nearly get his head taken off by an errant fist. eddie ducks and moves back closer to the table, reaching out to steady him. ]
[ Eyes wide as he isn't even a fraction as subtle as he thought (damn you, vodka and nondescript shots!) he nods to Billy and Eddie as they converge on him, grasping the front of Eddie's shirt for balance with one hand. ]
Yeah, yeah. Yeahyeahyeah. I'm good! Totally!
[ He needs to go have a bisexual crisis alone for a second. ]
... I need those cherries. Wait here!
[ Skidding on the spot as he tears off like the slippery bastard he can be, heading for the bar. ]
[Obviously he's watching Steve go, brows still furrowed as he watches the top of his stupid hair swim through the crowds thrashing. He turns to Eddie after, leaning back again, lifting one brow like Eddie Speaks Steve. ]
My guy, did he do a line before we left? Did you see him move?
[ he folds his arms, shifting his weight a little. ]
Yeah, not sure Harrington's gonna shove his pretty face into any powder anytime soon. [ but he can't help but feel a little abandoned. brow furrowing as he watches steve split, sucking on his tongue as he looks around the space.
overwhelmed, maybe? panicking about being hurt? ] ... Maybe we should get the hell out of here.
[ At the bar that stops Steve with the force of an ice rink rail were he on runaway skates, he gets asked what he wants and he says Whatever will knock me out, to which he gets a laugh and some raised brows. The drink put in front of him gets necked.
Jesus Christ. He rubs his face hard and sucks down a deep, steadying breath. ]
Get your shit together, Harrington.
[ He falls right on his ass as he backs away from the bar, landing with a wheezed Owww. Bonus? He's starting to stop caring about things again as alcohol hits his system. Holy shit, he needs Robin to straighten him out or get trashed with him and work out why he's so prickly about realising he likes men, plural, and not just one man, singular and metal.
I don't think they do Club Tropicana here, [but yeah, sure. He gets it. A lot of people, the bodies sort of merge into one after a while - Billy would understand that being disconcerting. So he gets up, runs his hands through his damp hair and turns and -
Frowns. ] I lost him. His hair was just there -
[To their own defence, Billy and Eddie probably move as fast as one another. Billy's just bigger and better at pushing through the crowds; knows exactly where to elbow. Eddie's scrawny enough to be fast. Still, there Steve is, on the ground and -
He does. Kind of want to laugh. Like a lot, but he doesn't, and isn't that so nice of him. ] Munson am I dreaming, or has Steve Harrington fallen at our feet?
[Yes he will help Eddie pick him up, no he will not let Steve live this down when he's sober. ] Atta boy. [Then, to Eddie:] You take one arm, I got the other? [And then, quieter, he mouths: home, like he thinks Steve might protest. ]
[ He pulls him upright, bony and sharp and unwilling to let steve try to protest his way into another fall, looping one of steve's arms around his neck. ]
[ His head lolls as he goes from horizontal to vertical with very little help from his own limbs. Is he being propped up? Are they both ... ? Oh, okay. That's really nice of them. ]
Hargrove. Ooo, your hair smells goooood. Little bit like weed. Little bit.
[ Swinging a look at Eddie he smiles in relief, expression softening. ]
[Ah - he glances at Eddie, bites his lip and look, he tries to say with his eyes, I am trying not to laugh here. Look, except when he speaks there is a bit of a laugh there anyway. ]
Thanks, lightweight.
[He is still glancing at Eddie, shakes his head and mouths what the fuck.]
[ jesus christ. eddie shifts a little, getting a better hold on steve. ]
Thanks, man. I'll teach you how keep up with me next time, okay?
[ eddie glances back to billy, giving his head a shake. ] Gonna need you to watch your feet for us, 'kay? One foot in front of the other here. [ and then back to billy, did someone spike his drink? ] That's right, man. Once we get you some fresh air I'll call us a cab.
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[ he's a little too far gone to watch his tone. wiggling his bone fucking ass on steve's lap for emphasis - and then laughing as billy joins the pile. his touch is surprisingly warm - as is his laugh. which eddie's learning he rather likes the sound of. its like a rare song that only comes on the radio once in a blue moon, sung by a known artist under a secret alias to secretly share their true thoughts on the world.
but that's too deep. he's so high.
selfies are a weird concept. eddie takes to them as he has most things in this modern world - with a ferocity and intensity to master it. he sticks his tongue out for the first one and manages to look somewhat normal for the next two, even if the grin is wild and manic as ever.
he lingers on steve's lap a few moments longer than strictly necessary, then he's hopping off and to his feet like a spring, turning around to extend a hand to help Steve up. ]
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Steve offers him a hand too, because there's logic in sticking together en route to the bar; the whole place is rapidly filling up and he doesn't want any of them to get lost. ]
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The shots are there, there are more bodies crowding around them and it would easy to get lost. Was this plan a? He think so. He doesn't want to vanish yet, so he takes a glass one by one, passes them down their weird little train and raises in a mid toast before he swallows it.
Obviously it tastes sweet and like lighter fluid all at once. Billy could drink that all night, honestly. ] Shit that burns.
[The music is getting louder, he realises. More people must be the cue. Now he has something to move to. ]
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but really he's just taking in the view. the company. he wheels and deals but rarely gets to enjoy the night, and this is... surprisingly nice. letting his body sway to the beat as he throws down this latest shot, whooping loudly at the burn as he smacks it down against the table and throwing his head back. ]
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[ Stuffy Steve is slipping away as he rinses out his shot-soaked mouth with vodka and coke, a clearly bright idea. He puts his back to the bar with Billy and Eddie to lean back on, slotted between them comfortably — ]
I see a table!
[ Nope, he's off like a whippet, diving through the crowd with a shoulder aimed toward one of the little shelves that encircles a pillar of the building. ]
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[He says this close to Eddie's ear, watching Steve weave and make a beeline for the little cranny he's set his sights on. He leaves Billy sort of breathless just watching him. He's never seen this Steve, he realises: happy and having fun, enjoying a night and not on his guard. He likes it. He could get used to it.
He glances at Eddie, over the contours of his cheekbones where they're sort of flushed and yeah, okay fine, he could get used to Eddie too. Something about him softens Billy's hackles, makes him want to sprawl out and talk about music, how much they both hate small towns. This is how he knows he's fucked, actually. The crawl of sentimentality.
He nods to Steve's waiting form, doesn't really think about it while he grabs Eddie around the wrist to haul him through the hoard of metalheads piling up. ]
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A year ago I woulda told you it was steroids, but now... Now I think he's actually the goddamn energizer bunny.
[ and then billy's hauling him through the crowd and eddie's going along, letting the bigger body carve their way through the crowd. once at the table he throws himself into the chair beside steve, offering his drink for him to taste. ]
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Guys! Guys, how do you dance in here? Are we allowed to dance? [ Why is he stage-whispering behind a hand? ] I don't know metal rules.
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[Mostly because it's Free Entertainment. Absolutely funnier than watching Tommy H 'break dance' on Becky Clayton's porch. ]
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Oh, baby, you're gonna learn tonight! [ he spins around, pointing towards billy. ] You too! After! Gotta show us how California does it!
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[ He's up and he's willing but he has no idea what's happening! This is exciting! Steve looks all around for the dancefloor and his eyes widen as he sees people ... uh, ]
Is that dancing? That looks so dangerous.
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He gets lost in it a little, shifts from air guitar to drums, feels sweat pooling at his temples, feels his lips drying up with the movement. When he slicks his hair back, it's to see if Steve gets the hang of it, too see if his body can learn the thrashing.
He sits on the stool to catch his breath, somehow finds a way to sprawl there too, back against the column and his thighs parted wide. ] Come on Harrington, you gotta get your head in it.
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It's both.
[ but eddie will show him the ropes. how to feel the body with your music, how to let all your aggression out and feel the pure passion. it's easier to show than explain and he lets himself get lost in the beat, his dancing as frantic and wildly energetic as the rest of them ]
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But he likes what he sees in both directions. ]
... Uh oh.
[ Steve sways on the spot, resting a hand on the pillar. ]
Oh, nooo.
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Same Steve.His gaze moves lazily between Eddie going feral in the crowd and Steve, and then Steve sort of swaying and his grin drops embarrassingly fast because for a second it looks like Steve might do a little Lightweight Lie Down -]
Harrington, you good? [He's sitting up, brows furrowing, elbows on his thigh. ]
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Hey, hey, you need to hurl, babe?
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Yeah, yeah. Yeahyeahyeah. I'm good! Totally!
[ He needs to go have a bisexual crisis alone for a second. ]
... I need those cherries. Wait here!
[ Skidding on the spot as he tears off like the slippery bastard he can be, heading for the bar. ]
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[Obviously he's watching Steve go, brows still furrowed as he watches the top of his stupid hair swim through the crowds thrashing. He turns to Eddie after, leaning back again, lifting one brow like Eddie Speaks Steve. ]
My guy, did he do a line before we left? Did you see him move?
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[ he folds his arms, shifting his weight a little. ]
Yeah, not sure Harrington's gonna shove his pretty face into any powder anytime soon. [ but he can't help but feel a little abandoned. brow furrowing as he watches steve split, sucking on his tongue as he looks around the space.
overwhelmed, maybe? panicking about being hurt? ] ... Maybe we should get the hell out of here.
[ he glances back to billy. ]
Y'know. Go somewhere more his speed?
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Jesus Christ. He rubs his face hard and sucks down a deep, steadying breath. ]
Get your shit together, Harrington.
[ He falls right on his ass as he backs away from the bar, landing with a wheezed Owww. Bonus? He's starting to stop caring about things again as alcohol hits his system. Holy shit, he needs Robin to straighten him out or get trashed with him and work out why he's so prickly about realising he likes men, plural, and not just one man, singular and metal.
Is he prickly? No. And that's very surprising.
... Where's Eddie? ]
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Frowns. ] I lost him. His hair was just there -
[To their own defence, Billy and Eddie probably move as fast as one another. Billy's just bigger and better at pushing through the crowds; knows exactly where to elbow. Eddie's scrawny enough to be fast. Still, there Steve is, on the ground and -
He does. Kind of want to laugh. Like a lot, but he doesn't, and isn't that so nice of him. ] Munson am I dreaming, or has Steve Harrington fallen at our feet?
[Yes he will help Eddie pick him up, no he will not let Steve live this down when he's sober. ] Atta boy. [Then, to Eddie:] You take one arm, I got the other? [And then, quieter, he mouths: home, like he thinks Steve might protest. ]
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Yeah, alright. Come on up, big boy.
[ He pulls him upright, bony and sharp and unwilling to let steve try to protest his way into another fall, looping one of steve's arms around his neck. ]
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Hargrove. Ooo, your hair smells goooood. Little bit like weed. Little bit.
[ Swinging a look at Eddie he smiles in relief, expression softening. ]
You're a great crazy dancer.
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Thanks, lightweight.
[He is still glancing at Eddie, shakes his head and mouths what the fuck.]
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Thanks, man. I'll teach you how keep up with me next time, okay?
[ eddie glances back to billy, giving his head a shake. ] Gonna need you to watch your feet for us, 'kay? One foot in front of the other here. [ and then back to billy, did someone spike his drink? ] That's right, man. Once we get you some fresh air I'll call us a cab.
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