[ 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. ]
[ 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.
[ 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?
[ 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.
[ 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.
[ "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. ]
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.]
[ he'd already three bites deep when the look comes, and retaliates by rolling his eyes, peeling off a slice of his pepperoni and flicking it at billy. There's a sidelong glance at Steve - once they talk what do you think he's gonna do, genius? Before he goes back to chomping away. ]
[ He makes his way through a few slices before he eyes his phone, then the metal screen he applied to the window. He has the sense that if he doesn't leave first then Billy will and, well. ]
I'm kind of, uhh, [ wiggling fingers at his own head, ] still tired from before. All the magic shit. If you guys are good I think I'm gonna head back.
[when he's done, he rests back against the headboard, glances sidelong at Steve, then Eddie, then rolls his eyes, counts to ten and shakes his head. ] I can wake you when I'm heading out.
[look, he even stretches an arm over to give Steve's shoulders a squeeze. his smile is not quite wolfish, but it is a little devious. ] We'll be quiet. Besides, I know I'd feel a lot better waking you up and knowing you didn't give yourself a magic concussion. Right, Munson?
[ those big doe eyes go wide at the not at all subtle attempt to bail. suddenly self-conscious - is he being too casual with Hargrove? or did Steve decide he's too much work to put up with. He's about to stammer out a - yeah man, you get some sleep - when billy steps in ]
I'm telling you to take a nap, idiot. We'll be quiet.
[they will be. he will also just dip when he gets Eddie high enough to pass out. this is a full proof plan, and he is a self-saboteur of his own jealousy. ]
Jesus, Steve just go to sleep. We don't need you going awol in the morning.
... Yeah, I don't think I can sleep with you two hovering in the background, thanks but no.
[ Steve wants some space, the kind he had before an emergency meeting convened to keep bats out. He slides off the bed and gives Eddie an awkward, grateful smile for the clarification (he wants to stay, but), then swings Billy a Look. ]
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[ 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.
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but then, a beat, he glances up at Eddie, lifts a brow.] You gonna tell him or should I?
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But he manages to yank his eyes up. ]
B's loaded.
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[ He gives Billy a raised brow, then jerks his chin. ]
Prove it. How?
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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.]
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[ 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. ]
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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?
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[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.
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Well yeah if they're paying that much just for pics think of how much they'd pay for a skinflick.
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There, done. If it takes the money out automatically then at least you have a semi-stable income.
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[he’s grinning. look, he’s never had this much disposable income before!!]
Strippers are on me.
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[ like an excited little kid. ]
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[ 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.
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[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. ]
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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.
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When is this roadtrip supposed to be happening?
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[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.]
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We got nothing but time here.
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[ He makes his way through a few slices before he eyes his phone, then the metal screen he applied to the window. He has the sense that if he doesn't leave first then Billy will and, well. ]
I'm kind of, uhh, [ wiggling fingers at his own head, ] still tired from before. All the magic shit. If you guys are good I think I'm gonna head back.
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[look, he even stretches an arm over to give Steve's shoulders a squeeze. his smile is not quite wolfish, but it is a little devious. ] We'll be quiet. Besides, I know I'd feel a lot better waking you up and knowing you didn't give yourself a magic concussion. Right, Munson?
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Uh... Right. Yeah.
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Are you inviting me to stay the night in an apartment that isn't yours?
[ Billy pls. ]
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[they will be. he will also just dip when he gets Eddie high enough to pass out. this is a full proof plan, and he is a self-saboteur of his own jealousy. ]
Jesus, Steve just go to sleep. We don't need you going awol in the morning.
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[ there a little less of that bombastic confidence when he says it, teetering between sincere affection and apologetic. ]
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[ Steve wants some space, the kind he had before an emergency meeting convened to keep bats out. He slides off the bed and gives Eddie an awkward, grateful smile for the clarification (he wants to stay, but), then swings Billy a Look. ]
Don't make yourself sick getting high or drunk.
[ Just gonna back his way out to the door. ]
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