eddie & anyone
it was rather unusual for eddie to invest almost an ENTIRE evening conversating and actually putting some effort into hooking up some sort of a bond. he was rather the 'tightly knitted friendship circle' kinda guy than the type of person who would openly throw himself out there. there was close to nothing special or entertaining about him --- b o r i n g ... mundane, even but in no way, shape or form would he ever be as CAPTIVATING as the majority of people around this area. but alcohol definitely helped with solving that problem, at least for him. he'd be lying if he said he enjoyed the taste, he fairly h a t e d it --- the way it tamed down his fears and constraints was a whole different story, though. hence why his feet were deeply burried in the sand beneath them ( he could worry about infecting himself with gastroenteritis tomorrow ). "I don't know if you were purposely stalkin' around buuut now that my brain is shut off .." he shook the cup in his hand carefully. "my other senses are like .. SUPER sharp and I could hear you from a m i l e away. well, or you're just really fucking SHIT at this, man." he snickered throatly before amber hues linked with the person approaching his tet-a-tet with the literal battery acid he was formerly gulping down.