Purple Haze all in my Brain

[farrahfawcetts]

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."

Comments

[work_wife]

"You know, if one ever does show up that is interested in girls, I'm going to have to keep you and Hargrove from embarrassing me with the wingman antics."

[farrahfawcetts]

Steve narrows his eyes. "Yeah but I'll do it better. The wingman. Not embarrassing you."

He considers it a second more.

"Maybe both."

[work_wife]

Hey, she's clearly in no position just yet to decide who will do it better.

"I don't know, Steve. You seem pretty embarrassing sometimes. Like, you literally licked my hand."

[farrahfawcetts]

"That was self defense! I was being smothered! I was trying to make sure I could breathe!"

He's less high now but no less ridiculous. "And that's not embarrassing. That was a top-level move, there. Worked in like, two seconds."

[work_wife]

"You weren't being smothered," she laughs. Don't be so stupid. "So embarrassing. Stupidly so."

[farrahfawcetts]

"Shut up and enjoy being high, Robs," Steve finally said, getting comfortable again. He grins up at her and reaches out for her hand. "Truce."

about time to wrap?

[work_wife]

"Alright. I'll do my best that that. This is me. Being truce."

But when she takes that hand, it's to pull it to her face to lick.

Fair is fair.

Absolutely!<3

[farrahfawcetts]

"UGH! You're the worst. Why are you my best friend?!"

But he's laughing and happier than he's been in quite awhile. For the moment at least, despite the volcano, all is well.