( the smile he's wearing remains as steve makes his way over to where eddie's sitting -- perching, actually. he holds out the bottle for eddie to take, if he wants. the fact eddie's happy to see him, maybe just a little, has something warm settling through him.
and steve's not chasing approval, he's not, but he also likes to know he did good with his choice. so maybe he is a little. ) Mhm, top tier shit. There's wine too if we get desperate. ( and steve kinda thinks it's funny, actually, to share a bottle of wine even if he doesn't really like it.
he leans against the boulder eddie's on, arms crossed over his chest. ) I thought there was a 'we' out celebrating.
[ Eddie is all too happy to take the bottle from him, cracking the seal so that he can take a swig. It burns in his mouth and down his throat, but in the most delightful way. With just the two of them sharing the bottle, he expects to be well and truly shit faced before too long. With Steve, he finds the idea exciting. ]
Sorry, the 'we' turned into just a 'me'. [ Eddie shrugs, taking a second swig before passing the bottle back to Steve. ] I'll try to make up for the lack of company.
[ But something within him is glad it's just the two of them, alone beneath the moonlight. ]
There's nothing wrong with getting desperate. [ His gaze shifts from Steve out across the quarry, and Eddie shrugs as though there is nothing unusual about their situation. He pats a space on the rock beside him, beckoning for Steve to come closer. ] Happens to the best of us.
[ steve watches eddie take that swig from the bottle, tries to not let his eyes fall to the way the guy's adam apple moves as he drinks. he pulls his gaze away, feels a tiny bit flustered when eddie hasn't really done anything at all.
he clears his throat when he takes the bottle, hopes he wasn't noticed because it's not exactly friend territory to stare. steve's found himself staring a lot though, in the upside down and then after. ] That's okay, man, I prefer just you. [ not that eddie's friends aren't great it's just that steve doesn't know them and they probably think of him the same way eddie told him he did. ] Pretty sure I'd be getting some death glares if we crossed paths.
[ he chuckles at that though, not because it doesn't get to him but because it gets to him less than it would have years ago and he can recognize that. growth or something? he takes a drink from the bottle. ]
I need to catch up. [ steve's not drunk at all, not nearly. he moves closer when eddie pats the spot next to him, climbs up to sit beside him. he takes another swig, hisses after it burns on the way down. ] Vodka, whiskey and wine sounds like a pretty wild night in the making. Almost tequila and poor decisions level right there. [ and on that note, another quick drink in succession before he offers the bottle back to eddie. ]
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and steve's not chasing approval, he's not, but he also likes to know he did good with his choice. so maybe he is a little. ) Mhm, top tier shit. There's wine too if we get desperate. ( and steve kinda thinks it's funny, actually, to share a bottle of wine even if he doesn't really like it.
he leans against the boulder eddie's on, arms crossed over his chest. ) I thought there was a 'we' out celebrating.
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Sorry, the 'we' turned into just a 'me'. [ Eddie shrugs, taking a second swig before passing the bottle back to Steve. ] I'll try to make up for the lack of company.
[ But something within him is glad it's just the two of them, alone beneath the moonlight. ]
There's nothing wrong with getting desperate. [ His gaze shifts from Steve out across the quarry, and Eddie shrugs as though there is nothing unusual about their situation. He pats a space on the rock beside him, beckoning for Steve to come closer. ] Happens to the best of us.
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he clears his throat when he takes the bottle, hopes he wasn't noticed because it's not exactly friend territory to stare. steve's found himself staring a lot though, in the upside down and then after. ] That's okay, man, I prefer just you. [ not that eddie's friends aren't great it's just that steve doesn't know them and they probably think of him the same way eddie told him he did. ] Pretty sure I'd be getting some death glares if we crossed paths.
[ he chuckles at that though, not because it doesn't get to him but because it gets to him less than it would have years ago and he can recognize that. growth or something? he takes a drink from the bottle. ]
I need to catch up. [ steve's not drunk at all, not nearly. he moves closer when eddie pats the spot next to him, climbs up to sit beside him. he takes another swig, hisses after it burns on the way down. ] Vodka, whiskey and wine sounds like a pretty wild night in the making. Almost tequila and poor decisions level right there. [ and on that note, another quick drink in succession before he offers the bottle back to eddie. ]