[ 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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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. ]