Steve comes back to the bar.
It’s not Ladies Night and they’re technically not even open yet. It’s about an hour before they start letting people in so, “I don’t know why Frank keeps letting you in here.”
“Dude, I literally just asked.”
Steve’s dressed like he just got off work and Eddie almost asks what he does for a living but reminds himself that he didn’t call the guy for a reason. He asks instead, “Your friend get a date?”
“Not yet,” Steve says, waving his hand around like he’s repeating something ridiculous. “Finals week, or whatever. I brought you something.”
He sits a Tupperware bowl down on the bar and smiles. Eddie raises an eyebrow, “What is it?”
“Vegetable soup,” Steve smiles wider. “I made it.”
“Well, you never called me.”
God, the absolute gall of this guy, Eddie thinks. The lack of care about the way things works is astounding. He’s kinda in love with him already which is exactly why Eddie didn’t call, “You made me soup because I…didn’t ask you on a date?”
“No?” Steve says like Eddie’s an idiot for having that idea. “It’s to entice you.”
“Oh, I saw the dice tattoo on your arm,” Steve explains nothing. “D&D, right? You probably have a, uh, club? Party.”
“God, no,” He shakes his head and then pulls another Polaroid out of his breast pocket. There’s a different phone number written on it and it’s not Robin this time, “This is Dustin. He just moved here and needs a new group. He’s a big nerd…love the kid.”
Eddie looks at the picture of the teenager with the Lego Death Star and then back at Steve, “Do you keep Polaroids of everybody you know?”
“Only the people I like,” Steve grins, holding the picture out for Eddie to take. “Maybe I can get one of you sometime.”
