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The best night, huh? Just make sure you're trying to make it the best night at the movies you've ever had too. It wouldn't be any fun if you're too stressed the whole time to enjoy it.
I know that, man. I just figured that's what you wanted to do.
Star Wars is pretty rad.
Star Wars is pretty rad.
It's like the best shit, man! It's really fucking wild.
Those kids are pretty fucking smart, dude. They got good taste!
[ it's been months since the trip to the upside down, since vecna went up in flames and hawkins returned to normal. well, hawkins remained as oblivious and normal as it had been before.
it was just that they weren't worried about vecna any more, about the world ending for the fourth time since el stumbled into their lives. she's back in california now that the summer is winding down, gone out west with jonathan, nancy, jocye and hopper this time. everything since that spring break week has been a whirl wind, but things are finally falling into place.
steve's still working at family video with robin, the kids are heading back to school, and eddie's... eddie's a free man and kind of a staple in steve's life. they hang out more nights than not and while steve had been so jealous of the idea of eddie at first (and for a while had then thought eddie hated him), he's pleasantly surprised at how close they've become.
no one's stealing robin's best friend slot or anything but eddie's creeping up there. maybe not totally for best friend reasons. which leaves a mesh of panic and butterflies in his stomach as steve thinks about that, especially when eddie's so close to him.
the whole gang's in his living room, his parents are out of town again, and he's finally been convinced to create a character for eddie's upcoming campaign. steve's sat in on a few sessions, half paying attention, but eddie had managed to somehow pull him in a few times in an unofficial, tie-breaking decision capacity. eddie's sitting next to him on the couch, it's just the two of them, and the rest of the party's occupying the other seats or spread out on the floor.
Dustin and Lucas are arguing over spells, Steve thinks as he looks at the book in his lap that Eddie had handed him about ten minutes ago. ] Okay. I really don't get the difference between a Paladin and a Ranger? Can't you pick for me, man? [ Steve doesn't whine, he doesn't (he totally does), as he passes the book back toward Eddie. ]
it was just that they weren't worried about vecna any more, about the world ending for the fourth time since el stumbled into their lives. she's back in california now that the summer is winding down, gone out west with jonathan, nancy, jocye and hopper this time. everything since that spring break week has been a whirl wind, but things are finally falling into place.
steve's still working at family video with robin, the kids are heading back to school, and eddie's... eddie's a free man and kind of a staple in steve's life. they hang out more nights than not and while steve had been so jealous of the idea of eddie at first (and for a while had then thought eddie hated him), he's pleasantly surprised at how close they've become.
no one's stealing robin's best friend slot or anything but eddie's creeping up there. maybe not totally for best friend reasons. which leaves a mesh of panic and butterflies in his stomach as steve thinks about that, especially when eddie's so close to him.
the whole gang's in his living room, his parents are out of town again, and he's finally been convinced to create a character for eddie's upcoming campaign. steve's sat in on a few sessions, half paying attention, but eddie had managed to somehow pull him in a few times in an unofficial, tie-breaking decision capacity. eddie's sitting next to him on the couch, it's just the two of them, and the rest of the party's occupying the other seats or spread out on the floor.
Dustin and Lucas are arguing over spells, Steve thinks as he looks at the book in his lap that Eddie had handed him about ten minutes ago. ] Okay. I really don't get the difference between a Paladin and a Ranger? Can't you pick for me, man? [ Steve doesn't whine, he doesn't (he totally does), as he passes the book back toward Eddie. ]
You look exactly like the kind of guy who stresses out. Especially when it comes to impressing me. Or when it comes to babysitting those kids you always are hanging around with.
[ wow. he wasn't ready to be so easily read like that. how did this happen??? ]
Okay, you got me.
I do want to make sure you're impressed but it's very much a different kind of stress than when it comes to those hooligans. [ coolness level plummeting, he's sure. ]
Okay, you got me.
I do want to make sure you're impressed but it's very much a different kind of stress than when it comes to those hooligans. [ coolness level plummeting, he's sure. ]
Yeah, Yeah that's pretty painful but in his defense those things can be real assholes.
[ It's been a shitshow since Eddie came back from the Upside Down, recovering from his wounds and trying to recover from the reputation that stalks him just as painfully as the cuts did.
Somehow, Hopper - and it's fucking wild, being on good terms with the police chief - and whatever contacts he has with the world has managed to clear his name and Eddie is a free man, getting his classes done and dusted and finally walking across the stage. The middle finger had been up, his kids had cheered, and his uncle had cried; it had been one of the most freeing experiences of his young life but he is beyond glad to see the back of it.
Now he's holed up in the Harrington house, abandoned by the guy's parents and suddenly occupied by more kids than the old guys could probably imagine. He's settled on the sofa, legs crossed up under his legs as he flicks through his pages, trying to decide the best route that he wants to go down. Now that they have a handful more members he wants to make it a good campaign, and the knowledge that Steve is going to be joining them... He wants to make it the best he can get it to be.
He wants to impress Steve, and that notion makes something warm and nervous bubble inside of him. He wants to please Steve, wants him to enjoy himself, and when the other guy speaks he looks over. ]
You're kidding me, right? [ Eddie laughs aloud, reaching over and flicking the character sheet before he throws his head back to laugh. ] A paladin gets his magic from a God, y'know, from belief and worship. A ranger has innate power and doesn't rely on their faith. It depends if you want to be more strong and protective or a bit sneaky and hunter like. Your poison, dude.
Somehow, Hopper - and it's fucking wild, being on good terms with the police chief - and whatever contacts he has with the world has managed to clear his name and Eddie is a free man, getting his classes done and dusted and finally walking across the stage. The middle finger had been up, his kids had cheered, and his uncle had cried; it had been one of the most freeing experiences of his young life but he is beyond glad to see the back of it.
Now he's holed up in the Harrington house, abandoned by the guy's parents and suddenly occupied by more kids than the old guys could probably imagine. He's settled on the sofa, legs crossed up under his legs as he flicks through his pages, trying to decide the best route that he wants to go down. Now that they have a handful more members he wants to make it a good campaign, and the knowledge that Steve is going to be joining them... He wants to make it the best he can get it to be.
He wants to impress Steve, and that notion makes something warm and nervous bubble inside of him. He wants to please Steve, wants him to enjoy himself, and when the other guy speaks he looks over. ]
You're kidding me, right? [ Eddie laughs aloud, reaching over and flicking the character sheet before he throws his head back to laugh. ] A paladin gets his magic from a God, y'know, from belief and worship. A ranger has innate power and doesn't rely on their faith. It depends if you want to be more strong and protective or a bit sneaky and hunter like. Your poison, dude.
Hooligans?
You sound like you're sixty years old, Steve. You're lucky I agreed to go on this date with you. I may be able to breathe some life into you.
You sound like you're sixty years old, Steve. You're lucky I agreed to go on this date with you. I may be able to breathe some life into you.
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