Eddie overhears his three new hellfire club members mention the words 'party' and 'Steve' in quick succession and takes it upon himself to listen in because if his lost sheep are going to a Harrington party he might have to go too. He's been before and seen how wild they get. It has nothing to do with the weed he has yet to sell this month that's burning a hole in his pocket, he's simply concerned for his young friends who still know barely anything about high school social dynamics.
So imagine his surprise when he turns up to the Harrington abode on a Saturday night to find it's just Steve there. He thinks maybe no one has arrived yet, so he rings the doorbell.
Steve answers in his pyjamas, his hair not styled like it typically is and gives Eddie a confused look. The overall effect is actually really cute and makes Steve look like a human and not some perfect, meticulously crafted robot for once and Eddie doesn't really know what to do with that thought so he parks it for now.
"Munson?" Steve questions. "What are you doing here man?" Something more like frustration clouds over his features. "Did Henderson put you up to this because if he's harrassing you to spend time with me like he's been harrassing me to hang out with you then I'm sorry about him. He gets really bullheaded when he thinks he's right about something. I'll have a word with him."
"No. No, Henderson did not put me up to this. Although you are right the kid can be... a lot." Eddie laughs. "I just overheard him mentioning something about you and a party and I thought I'd come check it out for old time's sake. But now I'm thinking the little shit was pranking me. Sorry to bother you."
"Oh." Realisation dawns on Steve's face. "No. It's totally cool. Henderson and the others call their group 'the party' sometimes. I can see where that misunderstanding would come from if they mentioned me in the same sentence."
"Right," Eddie nods, then a small teasing smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. "You know, I still find it so hard to believe that King Steve Harrington hangs out with a group of kids who are nerds. Did you get bored of your jock friends and decide to become a full time babysitter or something?"
Steve lets out a surprised laugh. "You'd be surprised how close that is to the truth." He relaxes into a casual lean against the door frame and crosses his arms. "So, you came prepared for a party," he says, mirth lighting up his eyes. "Does that mean you brought-"
"The goods?" Eddie finished. "Yep. Guilty as charged."
He lifts up a familiar black lunchbox and rattles it a little.
"Hmm," Steve responds. "I feel kind of bad you won't be making any sales now."
Eddie is oddly touched by the sentiment. "Don't sweat it, someone in this town is bound to want to get high soon enough. And I'll be ready to swoop in like their night in shining armour."
"Heroic," Steve grins. He looks deep in thought for a few moments then says, "How about this; I'll buy some weed and you can come in and smoke it with me? That way you didn't come all the way out here for nothing and I get to smoke. My best friend Robin, I love her like a sister, but if she saw me with a joint she'd probably snatch it out of my hand and throw it into the neighbour's yard."
"I'm a bit overdressed," Eddie points out.
"That's fine, you can borrow some stuff. I'm assuming you wont be driving home high, so just stay over."
Steve says it like it's simple, and he's so confident Eddie will agree that he's already walking back into his house and leaving the door open for Eddie to follow.
Eddie hesitates for under a minute before saying, "Fuck it, I've had weirder Saturday nights."
As he shuts the door behind him and starts taking his boots off, the smell of home cooking reaches his nose.
"I just finished making lasgna but I always make too much," Steve shouts from the direction of the kitchen. "You want some?"
Eddie appears in the doorway in time to see Steve take the most appetising lasagna his ever seen out of the oven.
"Uh yeah, of course I would. Are you kidding me? That smells amazing. All I've had today is coffee and the shitty gas station sandwiches. You're a lifesaver, Harrington."
Steve gives him a concerned look. "Eddie you need to eat properly. Please tell me that's not what you usually have in a day."
"Ok then I won't tell you."
Steve puts his hands on his hips and Eddie is reeling because Steve is a mom friend and that is just too sweet. He doesn't get how he could've been so wrong about him.
When the hellfire club shows up to their next session they're surprised to see Eddie eating home made sandwiches from a perfectly presented packed lunch. Then he shocks them even more when he puts it away and looks up at Dustin.
"Before I start, Henderson, Steve says if you want a lift to the arcade tomorrow you need to let him know where from and when by tonight or he's not doing it."
Dustin is stunned into silence for the first time since Eddie's met him but he can tell from the journey Dustin's facial expression is going through that it won't last long. It somehow settles on a strange mix of both excited and annoyed.
"You and Steve hung out? Without me?!"
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