#tune in next time when they realise if Eddie changed the BAND's name to Hellfire Club they'd have ready-made merch

[chamomileteainabuttercup]

The thing about Eddie is that he’ll do things on impulse, often in a moment of unearned confidence and optimism.  Which is why last year he ordered a gross of Hellfire Club teeshirts.  One, he thought the word gross was both funny and appropriate, and two, he was sure at the time that the club would really catch on and grow like wildfire, so he’d need a lot.  Besides, they were cheaper by the dozen.

Which is why he still has over a hundred shirts in cardboard boxes under his bed.  Steve found them when he was searching for the lip balm stick he dropped on the floor when Eddie tackled him just for fun, and Eddie had to explain, and he felt sort of foolish about it.

“But they don’t all go to waste,” he said quickly.  “I’ve got so many I can wear one to school every day.  Promoting the club.” 

“Oh thank God,” said Steve.  “It wasn’t the same one all the time.  I used to think you must smell so bad, if you never washed it.”

“I guess at least you were thinking about me,” Eddie said, slightly miffed. 

“You were like a cartoon character always in the same outfit,” Steve mused, with a look of fond reminiscence.

“All that time I was suppressing my raging crush on you, and you were thinking I was like a smelly cartoon character?”

“A cute smelly cartoon character,” Steve assured him.  “I always noticed you were cute.  I just didn’t have the guts to do anything about it back then.  And hey!  I can help promote your club now.”  He pulled his polo shirt off over his head, causing a sudden bump in Eddie’s heart rate, then pulled on a Hellfire shirt.  “There we go,” he said, tugging it down and pushing a hand through his rumpled hair to restore it to its former glory.  “How’s it look?”

Eddie tackled him again, but with lips and tongue this time.