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[eddie]

ANSWERED ASK for : @g4slit ❛ RESTRICTED : for both muses to sneak into someplace they’re not supposed to be. ❜

⛧˖ ─── WITH A NOTEWORTHY REPUTATION FOR delinquency, the flashing of red and blue lights that followed Eddie Munson’s old Chevy into the parking lot of the gas station held very little in the way of shock value. The metalhead had a history of poor road etiquette, and coupled with a flair for dramatics and an almost habitual tendency to make bad decisions, he knew the drill all too well. Pull over, license and registration—as though they didn’t already know who he was—step out of the car… It was the same song and dance, and just like the other times, it ended in consequence. It was a lucky break that Hopper had been the one to catch him this time, but even so, he wasn’t sure how he was going to explain the sizeable FINE to Wayne.

            Dark eyes watched as his vehicle was towed away, sitting on the pathetic slant of its three remaining tires. With its departure went the dwindling remnants of his freedom, his self-sufficiency, some of his favorite cassette tapes and (only a little) of his pride. The metalhead exhaled a heavy sigh to lament his utter despair, but it was only a moment later that the breath was suddenly catching in his throat. ❝ Shit… ❞

            THE DRUGS.

            Sure, having his wheels taken away would put a damper on his mobility and it was kind of a downer, but the drugs in the glovebox? That spelled two things: one, DISASTER, and two, R.I.P on his tombstone. If Hopper or his uncle didn’t strangle him first, then Rick was certain to put him six feet under.

            ❝ Shit, shit, shit… ❞ The word fell from Eddie’s lips on the current of an endless loop as he rushed over to the main building, his pathway a direct beeline towards the payphone. Just as he’d begun to dig out some loose change from bottom of his pockets, however, he’d caught a glimpse of a familiar face through the window. A lightbulb flashed above his head and the booth was hastily abandoned in favor of a new approach; a solution that went by the name of ERNEST REILLY.

            Entering coolly through the front door as though he wasn’t having a complete internal meltdown, leather-clad arms folded atop the counter. ❝ Well, well, well… if it isn’t my favorite study buddy. Hello, Reilly! ❞ His tone came out almost MELODICALLY, the smile on his face splitting into a toothy grin with the tilt of his head; the sort of gesture that could only presuppose ulterior motives. It was a shot in the dark, but he’d sat next to Ernest throughout the entirety of the last semester and they’d gotten along well enough, he’d thought. Well enough to convince him to aid in his breaking of the law though? He could only hope.             ❝ Listen, I’m just gonna cut the bullshit and get right to it, uh… I know that you’re working and I have exactly... ZERO room to be asking for favors after you carried my ass through that math class, but, um… ❞ He sucked both of his lips inward, the fingers on one hand toying with the modeled rings on the other. ❝ Yeeeah… I’m in some deep shit, man. Like, really deep. That little soiree you saw in the parking lot just now? ❞ He made a gesture towards the sarcastic smile that was now gracing his features, a forced laugh escaping him. ❝ Courtesy of yours truly. ❞

            ❝ It’s a long story, but that was my van that they just towed. And that wouldn’t reeeally be the end of the world if it wasn’t for the, uh… precious cargo in the glovebox. Merchandise, if you will... You get me? ❞ His dark eyes narrowed a fraction. ❝ Trust me, I wouldn’t be asking you to do this if it wasn’t an emergency, dude… ❞ He shot him a pleading glance with the soft exhale of a defeated sigh and the slight slump of his shoulders. ❝ Please, Ernest Reilly—Johnny Boy—❞ He pushed himself away from the counter, pacing with his hands clasped in front of his chest. ❝—I humbly beg of thee… a ride to the impound lot. ❞ A pause. ❝ All you've gotta do is drop me off, that's it. And I’ll make it worth your while, I promise. I’ll give you a fat discount on—❞ He stopped to make a slow waving gesture with one of his hands. ❝—whatever you want. ❞