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Purple Haze all in my Brain

WHO: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, and the 420 crowd
WHERE: The Hideout that's not a club and is instead an underground refuge
WHAT: Steve and Eddie cuddling and then blazing up
WHEN: During event
WARNINGS: DRUGS! Pot be smoking up here!

CLOSED TO EDDIE:

Getting a base set up wasn't too hard. The area around here is big and there's rooms jutting out all over the place. One of the more private areas is where Steve picks for the two of them since they need to be so 'careful' about the 'PDA'. Steve's still a little sore about that as he puts the finishing touches on the blanket door for the room and then finally, with that done, starts taking his shirt off to relax in "bed". It's been a crazy few days, all considered. They escaped a volcano, had a fight with Hargrove, made up with Hargrove, and then got here where they'll be camping out until...whenever.

But at least he has Eddie.

Smiling, he walks over to his boyfriend and hooks his chin over his shoulder. "Dunno about you, but I am beat. I think I'm gonna go lay down." He presses a kiss to his jaw hinge. "Feel free to stay up, babe. Buuut if I can entice you to come lay down with the promise of illegal PDA behavior...."

OPEN:

The word is getting around slowly. It's been a week or so and with the immediate survival taken care of, things are getting boring. Steve dribbles his ball around and tries to help out wherever he can. But even with all that, time crawls. He's not an explorer so that isn't appealing and as much as the new plant information is fun to mess around with, he itches for a different sort of plant to take away some of the monotony. So...he spread the word: hotboxing his and Eddie's little room as best they could and anyone game for that sort of fun was also included.

Steve already has a blunt burning by the time people are meant to show up. He leans up against one of the walls and inhales deep and lets it out slow. Even with his practice, he still coughs a little but whatever. He is past caring at this point.

As the blanket swings, he turns to smile at whoever is walking in and give a drowsy "Heeeeeey!" The blunt is extended out, always a giver for things like this. "Make sure the curtain thing is closed behind you. There's some rocks holding it down at the bottom. No high kids in this place. No siree."

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Oh Steve. Robin smiles and nods.

“You know how I got hired first? Manager asked for my opinion of you. I gave it at the time, honestly. And he said he was still going with you because he wanted eye candy to bring in the girls.”

Though she has to bite her lip to hold back the smile. Because here’s the thing… She had started a little bit before Steve, right? Worked some shifts he didn’t too.

“It worked.”

Steve thinks for a moment about how to respond to that and then finally figures he should be proud. "Hah! I was a babe! I brought in the babes! Take that 'You Suck' board! At least they wanted to walk in and look at me."

He pokes Robin's side, still grinning.

"I was a great wingman before I even knew what I was doing. You're welcome."

Okay, now she’s also proud of him for turning around the confidence blow into a confidence boost. Steve’s so much better now than he was before she had known him.

“Excuse you, wingmen are there to make people TALK to their friend. I was not the one they were talking to, Poodle. They were after the pedigree, not the mutt.”

"Okay," he groans, rolling onto his stomach and poking at Robin's cheek this time. "That's it. If you're not nicer to my best friend, I am gonna beat you up. Get it, Buckley?

"She is not a mutt. She is a gorgeous show dog that decided not to live up to the breed rules so, sure, she's not winning any ribbons but who the fuck wants those ribbons anyways? Those ribbons are only good for people who care about ribbons and those people are assholes who don't deserve a dog in the first place. They just want a decoration and will never play fetch with them or the puppies that come afterwa-" He's losing the metaphor.

"Whatever. Be nicer to her. She's amazing."

Aw well that is just the… The actual sweetest. What’s he doing being that sweet? She doesn’t even know. But she smiles.

“Maybe I’ll listen to you, Poodle. Maybe. But I’m not a show dog. I’ve got no pedigree. Parents are hippies, remember?”

"Pedigrees are overrated. You're better off without that baggage." He reaches around Robin for the joint and hands it to her.

"Also you're not calling me 'Poodle' in front of Billy or Eddie. I'm hanging onto my cool cred by the tips of my fingers."

"You have cool cred?" She teases with a smile. Hard to believe.

But she does take the joint and had one last drag. Goodbye joint. They have barely known ye.

"How about I work it in if you're being extra growlly?"

Steve considers it and then nods. "Yeah, I guess that could work. Like a secret signal if I need to back off or whatever."

It could work. Lord knew he didn't think this was going to be a quick fix even if he did understand it more now. Having some sort of signal would be helpful.

"Just. Careful around Hargrove. I don't need to be Princess Poodle."

Signals were useful. Just ask Batman. Or Dustin and his Code Red.

"Awwww Princess Poodle would be cute. Poodle Princess would be better. And maybe if you didn't react to Princess he wouldn't call you that."

Just an idea.

"If I didn't react to 'Princess', he'd figure out something else. I'd rather him think that 'Princess' is the worst nickname he could come up with than he really tax himself with creativity." God knows what that would lead to.

"And no Poodle Princess or Princess Poodle or anything like that. Sounds like a Barbie."

"You're a Ken," Robin says with a grin.

"I'll take that as a compliment, Robs. Ken is super muscle-y. Like, epitome pretty boy hot." He thinks about the scars on him and exhales a small sigh. "Maybe I'm a Ken someone took a magnifying glass to? Still a compliment."

Yeah, that's her point Steve. Pretty boy hot with plastic molded hair that is also perfect.

"Yeah, I don't want to know what on Ken you're magnifying."

"No! It melts shit. The sun? Magnifier? Didn't kids do that on the playground for you, too? Ants?" Tommy H used to all the time. Was that some sort of warning sign? Torturing animals, sure, but this was insects. Did that count?

She has to stare at him. She's high but not making the connection.

"You have burns on your body?"

Steve blinks, confused by Robin's confusion for a second.

"The...bites. I have scars." He moves to pull his shirt up to show one of the ugly things off. "See? Gross, like I was a melted doll. Get it?"

That's so silly Steve.

"Do Eddie's scars make him look horrible?"

"What? No. He looks great with them. But that's like...part of his look too, ya know? He's never a Ken. More like..." His face screws up as he thinks it over.

"I don't know. They don't have metal action figures. But one of those."

"Allen. Ken's friend. All of Ken's clothes fit him," she says with a smile. And a laugh. Because wow, that's a deep cut."

But she takes some time to think.

"You're too hard on yourself, Steve. By a long way."

"You think Allen and Ken are special friends, too?" He grins and nudges at Robin.

At the rest of it though the smile fades into something more forced. Steve shrugs a shoulder.

"Eh. It helps. I had it too easy for too long. Trying to catch up."

"All of Ken's clothes fit him," she says with a grin.

"Steve? Shut up. Be gentle with Steve Harrington. He's my best friend."

"Oh yeah. They were banging." He grins too. Only slightly diminished a second later.

"Yeah...Yeah, okay. But make sure not to let me be too gentle. Still got shit to make up for. Don't want to slip back into old habits and hurt folk."

Yeah, they probably were. It's okay. Barbie might not have wanted to have that mess anyway.

"You weren't gentle then, Steve. You were something that was pretty looking, but really uncomfortable. Like, hard. Now you're soft and you deserve soft."

"Barbie can do better. Have you seen GI Joe? Way hotter." And it's weird that he has opinions about that now that he feels comfortable sharing. God, he loves Robin...

"So," he hums, closing his eyes and leaning into Robin. "I am a soft poodle now. Before I was a poodle that looked like...uh. A bad one? Oooh! A porcelain one! Like the shit you see at people's houses in the foyer." You know that, right, Robin? Universal experience.

Barbie can do what Barbie wants. But she reaches out for his hand. Wants to squeeze it.

"More like a poodle so unused to being pet that it growls when someone reaches for its head when it isn't on a leash or offered a treat. Also never seen a porcelain dog anywhere."

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