( the hum is low and playful from the bed of her throat, as if to say 'sure you didn't', because how many people in hawkins would have never expected her to show up? only those that believed they knew her, is the answer. she lets him have the bottle easily, and while she's not sure what can really be appraised from it she's almost curious as to what his response will be as he surveys the label — to her it's alcohol, and just about anything is strong enough. whether it tastes great or not, well, most of it didn't. )
You guess? Don't tell me you're chickening out now.
( she knows he isn't — in fact he seems remarkably comfortable, considering the circumstances. the fog almost seems to light up the field, and she doesn't wait for him to lead the way, because she's perfectly capable of doing that herself. as she slowly heads towards the back entry of the pool's building, she's spinning to walk backward, still clutching bag at her shoulder and offering a coy grin of her own, glimmering in the dark. )
Me? [ a hand goes to his chest and eddie leans back a little, brows raised. faux incredulous. ] Haven't you heard, Wheeler, I'm not one for running anymore. [ and isn't that bittersweet to say, even if he's wearing a grin and hiding injuries underneath his clothes.
they all are. no one got out of it unscathed.
he pushes himself up, stands and keeps hold of the bottle for now. it's a bit to big to fit into his pocket so he holds it at his side, stuffs his other hand into his jacket pocked so he can spin one of the rings on his fingers. eddie is nervous but he's also good at putting on a show until he feels that confidence settle in.
it comes quicker, easier in comfortable company. who could have thought it would be nancy wheeler's. he laughs when they approach the pool's gate. eddie pulls out a paperclip from his back pocket and takes a few quick steps to where the lock hangs on the metal gate so he can examine the lock.
same one he's dealt with before. easy pickings. ] I'm pretty committed here to your night of ridiculousness and granting Barb's wishes.
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also shows up late but with all the love for them
( the hum is low and playful from the bed of her throat, as if to say 'sure you didn't', because how many people in hawkins would have never expected her to show up? only those that believed they knew her, is the answer. she lets him have the bottle easily, and while she's not sure what can really be appraised from it she's almost curious as to what his response will be as he surveys the label — to her it's alcohol, and just about anything is strong enough. whether it tastes great or not, well, most of it didn't. )
You guess? Don't tell me you're chickening out now.
( she knows he isn't — in fact he seems remarkably comfortable, considering the circumstances. the fog almost seems to light up the field, and she doesn't wait for him to lead the way, because she's perfectly capable of doing that herself. as she slowly heads towards the back entry of the pool's building, she's spinning to walk backward, still clutching bag at her shoulder and offering a coy grin of her own, glimmering in the dark. )
Take your time to think about it, if you need to.
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they all are. no one got out of it unscathed.
he pushes himself up, stands and keeps hold of the bottle for now. it's a bit to big to fit into his pocket so he holds it at his side, stuffs his other hand into his jacket pocked so he can spin one of the rings on his fingers. eddie is nervous but he's also good at putting on a show until he feels that confidence settle in.
it comes quicker, easier in comfortable company. who could have thought it would be nancy wheeler's. he laughs when they approach the pool's gate. eddie pulls out a paperclip from his back pocket and takes a few quick steps to where the lock hangs on the metal gate so he can examine the lock.
same one he's dealt with before. easy pickings. ] I'm pretty committed here to your night of ridiculousness and granting Barb's wishes.