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[camarod]

Absolutely not, [but,] we figured you would.

[it’s weird to feel a little nervous, right? weird to feel like they need Steve’s approval? want it?]

We’re doing Universal too.

[heatmetal]

Plus they've got a whole section dedicated to Star Wars and I need a lightsaber like I need air.

[retromix]

Hold on. So your plan is for you to screw Blondie, for you to go to a Metallica concert, and I ...

[ The most uncertain look ever. ]

I get to go to Disneyland.

[ He doesn't know if he's amused or worried for them if that's the only option they landed on. ]

... We can go get you a light sword, sure.

[camarod]

Oh, you’re right. We can blow Disneyland.

[he can steal a glowing sword from a child to make Eddie happy. :) ]

We’re going surfing too.

[heatmetal]

You get to go wherever you wanna, babe. I'll - [ he moves to get the map, pauses as he remembers his phone is smashed ] when I get my phone fixed we can add whatever stops you want on there.

[retromix]

Surfing would be cool.

[ Anything he wants sounds like a broad bribe, one he wants them to know they don't need to have his help. ]

It's fine, I'll go with you. Out of morbid fascination to see him get blown off by Blondie herself, more than anything.

[camarod]

I’m not gonna get blown off.

[so confident. so sure!!!]

You wanna see strippers in Vegas?

[heatmetal]

The man's got confidence in his own abilities.

[ Eddie chokes a little at the boldness of the request, laughing. ]

[retromix]

You guys are so ...

[ Eyes wide as he shakes his head, Steve lays down so he can detangle the large black tshirt and start knotting it at his waist. Much better. And if a slice of skin is on show over his belt, oh well.

He rests his head in his arms and that slice widens. ]

Strippers are expensive.

[camarod]

[he’s looking again, sorry Eddie. how can he not.

but then, a beat, he glances up at Eddie, lifts a brow.] You gonna tell him or should I?

[heatmetal]

[ eddies response is a little delayed, his eyes on that slice of skin. Without the buzz of his overwhelmed feelings all he can feel is how bad he wants to touch.

But he manages to yank his eyes up. ]

B's loaded.

[retromix]

Loaded with money?

[ He gives Billy a raised brow, then jerks his chin. ]

Prove it. How?

[camarod]

[he hums, low and thoughtful. then grabs his phone, loads up his little hustle, leans in to Steve, phone in hand, zooms in on the follower count.]

I do one level right, so you times that number by ten.

[he’s Very Proud of his little gallery of photos and 5 second clips.]

[heatmetal]

The man's got a mind for business.

[ and a body for porn. Maybe not gonna say the quiet part outloud when just yesterday they were fighting about whether he wants to kiss billy. ]

[retromix]

[ Steve's brows fly up and his lips tighten into a line but he takes it in his stride, taking his phone out of his back pocket to find Billy's hustle. The "website", that's right ... ]

So you're a porn star?

[ Hold on, he needs to get his wallet out too ... ]

Alright. Which of these tiers would it help out most if I followed?

[camarod]

This isn’t porn, it’s artistic expression.

[what is happening - he looks at Eddie, like is he really and then chokes on a laugh.]

Just the one. Though, I was saying to Munson I could probably roll in more if I expanded.

[heatmetal]

[ Steve please. Eddie laughs, but shows no sign of jealousy. ]

Well yeah if they're paying that much just for pics think of how much they'd pay for a skinflick.

[retromix]

[ He pulls a face at Eddie for that, ew, finishing subscribing and closing down the site. ]

There, done. If it takes the money out automatically then at least you have a semi-stable income.

[camarod]

I already got a bike.

[he’s grinning. look, he’s never had this much disposable income before!!]

Strippers are on me.

[heatmetal]

You got the bike?

[ like an excited little kid. ]

[retromix]

Yeah, I don't need to see strippers.

[ Adventures at music venues, yes, light sword acquisitions and surfing, also yes. Sex? He's a little burned out on trying anything new in that zone. ]

You laughed at my car but we won't be travelling to see Blondie on your fancy bike, will we? Hah.

[camarod]

- Yeah, she’s downstairs.

[also grinning like an excited kid.]

Nah, nah, nah. I have my eyes on a little lady in red. She’s gonna be our chariot to bone town for Billy.

[forgive him because he is. glancing at the tummy again. ]

[heatmetal]

[ there is maybe a guilty look crossing eddies face at Steve's refusal of strippers. ]

Hence the no Eddies behind the wheel rule. [ an overdramatic sigh. ] Despite the fact I've had my license longer than either of you two, and I bet I've had a hell of a lot less tickets. Perfect record, baby.

[retromix]

[ "Bone town" is mouthed is distaste, glad for the reprieve when it comes of answering the door to collect their pizza. He wants to eat and sleep, and maybe go find one of his thick sweaters to warm up in. Setting the food down on the bed between the three of them, he helps himself to a slice and munches thoughtfully as he leans back and crosses his ankles. ]

When is this roadtrip supposed to be happening?

[camarod]

Couple months?

[plenty of time to get his strippers in vegas.]

We’ve got time to plan. [he glances at Eddie: gives him a an eyebrow raise and a look as he leans forward to grab a slice. then he mouths get laid, for good measure. like he fully expects these two to be dry humping still by September.]