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[retromix]

You heard voi- mmph!

[ Hauling on his new shirt, he lays back on bent arms and shares a look with Billy that says I can't believe this guy. ]

You heard voices and then a hundred bats wanted to chat with you, then they bit Billy because he wouldn't let them near you. Sounds like some kind of power to me.

[ He's going to ask about those drugs later, don't worry. ]

[heatmetal]

It wasn't - [ Swatting Steve with the discarded shirt, then tossing it at Billy. ] that simple, jackasses.

I just kept thinking it was gonna be some Vecna shit and if I listened too hard, I'd end up being a meat pretzel. Plus, have you ever heard what a hundred bats sound like in a tiny space? Wasn't sure if I was hearing anything except my own terror, and Hargrove wasn't reacting.

[camarod]

- You coulda said something you shitbird.

[thank you for the shirt, yes, he will also steal this one. ]

This fucking guy - he texts me gibberish then a picture of bats, then doesn’t bother with the voices.

[retromix]

Vecna isn't here.

[ Steve gives them both a long, patient look. Eddie gets a softer one on the tailend. ]

That sounds like it was hella scary, m'sorry I wasn't answering my phone. Had it on silent ... which I will never do again. Listen, you could always try talking to some pigeons in town tomorrow or something, out where it's the middle of the day. See if they react too or whether it is just a bat-thing.

Worst case scenario? You gain a bird army and we all have to duck inside a coffee shop to escape the literally shitty fallout.

[heatmetal]

Why? You want to hear all the shit they were talking about you, Hargrove?

[ stop stealing his CLOTHES the both of you. at least give him some to wear back. but he reaches out and lays a hand over steve's, giving a little shake. ]

Well, since you've apparently mastered your abilities I guess I should give it a shot. I don't wanna be the weak link in this little party of three... even if my power is some gothic disney princess shit.

[camarod]

Oh no, I heard those little bastards loud and clear.

[he can’t stop watching, he finds. feels that familiar pang of jealousy at the touch of their hands and swallows it.

he wonders, a little blithely, if either of them have realised Billy still hasn’t said what his power is. finds himself relieved, because it scares the shit out of him.]

[retromix]

[ Steve squeezes Eddie's hand back, then slips his free as he sits up and hooks a hold around his own wrist, bent knees gathered. ]

Tomorrow, then. You can give it a shot.

[ Steve searches Billy for any contribution, arching a brow when none is forthcoming. ]

How about you, Hargrove? You had any superpowers awaken in the middle of the night?

[heatmetal]

[ leaning against steve, a little relieved to see this much hasn't changed. they still need to talk - but not when billy's here, being forced to play witness to all of this.

he might not be the kind of guy who wants to settle down. but he's the kind of guy who pined after steve harrington. ]

Hey, yeah. What's your mutant power, B?

[camarod]

- Didn’t get one.

[he’s lying, badly. shifting uncomfortably on the floor. he forces a smirk.] I did think it was the pure sexual magnetism, but I already had that.

[retromix]

... That sucks. When you figure it out, fill us in.

[ Billy is 100% lying but he also looks like he has a bat in his shorts, so in the spirit of being fair and not forcing secrets free, Steve relents. ]

If everyone's feeling safe and sound, I'm going to order pizza.

[heatmetal]

[ definitely a lie, but eddie has read enough superhero comics to know better than to pry. ]

I could go for pizza. [ he gestures towards the guitar. ] Aaaaaand I think I owe you both a concert that doesn't have a total mental breakdown midway through. Since you came running to my rescue.

[camarod]

As much as I would love to third wheel and cockblock you two - [he’s grateful. but he’s also feeling jealous, and if he gets too comfortable he might cross a line. so up he gets - shirt in hand - and his phone he grabs.] But I don’t trust my bike with anyone in this town.

[he knocks an elbow against Eddie, glances at Steve. ] Don’t be stupid. Call me of some other shit comes up.

[retromix]

[ Oh. Oh, shit. ]

But you helped out Eddie and then ran over to get me, right? Aren't you hungry after all of that? Dude, my treat.

[ He's not entirely sure he wants to be alone with Eddie just yet, it was a little humiliating last time even if Steve was unknowingly asking for it by being an oblivious dickhead. Currently he has minus-levels of game: he was hard, almost naked, and got turned down in a literal bed. ]

What's cockblocky about eating? Literally nothing!

[heatmetal]

[ that's a little obvious, steve-o. but eddie doesn't show he's at all affected, sliding away and gesturing to the new space with a flourish of his hands. ]

If you need us to leave room for Jesus...

[camarod]

[lord we must stay focused -]

I’m literally trying to help you do the opposite.

[oh no, he thinks. he’s fond.]

[retromix]

[ Snorting, Steve takes out his phone and slides off the bed, pacing. ]

I'm calling for two extra large pepperonis, either stay and eat hot pizza or you can have the cold leftovers tomorrow. Your choice!

[ Too late, he's calling!! ]

Can we put the TV on? Must be something decent on at this hour ...

[heatmetal]

No way, man. [ he snaps his fingers. ] We still need to loop Harrington in on the Blondie plan.

[ trapped. eddie glances around for the remote - remembers it's probably in the pile he stuffed in his closet. he hops up and heads over, struggling to get the door open and looking entirely unembarassed when an avalanche of stuff spills out. ]

[camarod]

[so this is how he dies: stuck between these two idiots and suffocating on his own envy. just like he always dreamed -

he huffs a frustrated noise and - and he relents. wants to, deep down. wants to belong in this equation in whatever capacity. he huffs a fine, then makes a show of crawling over Steve, and sitting back against the headboard. arms folded.]

[retromix]

What Blondie plan?

[ Starting to feel like this is the moment Henderson would unveil a stupid series of events ...

He finished ordering pizza and leans on his side on the bed, eyeing them both against the headboard. ]

[heatmetal]

[ Eddie jerks a thumb towards Billy, grinning devilishly. ]

Consider this: a cross country roadtrip to get Hargrove a night with his ultimate MILF.

[camarod]

[To this, Billy levels Steve with a serious look, meeting him dead in the eyes. ]

We’re gonna see Blondie in Seattle, and I’m gonna fuck Debbie Harry.

[retromix]

[ The way his expression goes from exasperation to doubtful politeness so fast. ]

I'm considering that she's super old by now. How are you knuckleheads even going to get backstage to meet her? She has to have an army of bodyguards.

[heatmetal]

I've got my ways. And you look so innocent nobody's ever suspect you of being where you shouldn't.

[camarod]

My friend she has aged like fine wine.

[gilf moments.] You in?

[retromix]

Let me get this straight, you want me to drive in a car for hours across state lines just so you can have the slightest hope that Debbie Harry won't take one look at you and say "sorry, I'm a pop goddess, not today boys"?

[ Billy seems genuinely enthused. ]

How did you even come up with this idea? Have you bought tickets to one of her shows, or ... ?