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The sound of a dirt motor pulled in the The Hideout's parking lot. The only vehicles in the lot were staff, the band playing, and happy hour drunks. JJ got this gig about a week ago. It was his first shift working a tuesday night. He entered through the small kitchen. Already snagging a nacho off some patron's ordered plate. The chef yelled at him as he walked away.

He was enrolled to finish his senior year after spring break was over. The good thing about this place. They didn't make him wear a penguin suit. The things he needed to take off were his hat and sunglasses.

JJ sneaked back stage where the band was tuning their instruments. "Yo, hey. Do you guys want beers?" JJ asked. They all looked around his age. He was expecting older dudes covering 80's monster ballads. He didn't really know what he was expecting for the live music. A band that sucked the life out him most likely. Corroded Coffin sounded cooler than what they played live at his old gigs in Kildare. "Do you all go to Hawkins High School?"

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"Oh I think Christopher will love the fact that he gets to call you dad as well. He already does sometimes by accident" he said. Eddie whimper as Buck pulled off his cock. "I should get back" he said. "But surly Carla wouldn't mind keeping him for a couple more hours." he said running his hands over Bucks back stroking them. "Lets just bask in the fact that you & I are officially boyfriends." he said. "I'll have to tell Chris but you're gonna have to tell Maddie"

People: @eddiexcastro Location: The Delye

Ben was someone who encourage work life balance. He made sure that his employees got plenty of time off and they did not have to worry about over working themselves. It was funny because when it came to his own life, he was the opposite. Maybe it was the reason why he worked so hard and made sure that his employees were taking care off. "You know, you don't have to stay and it's late," he spoke as Ben he looked at Eddie and smiled.. "You did amazing today and can see how skilled you are."

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"Don't you think this chicken I baked looked good? First baking a whole chicken myself and am surprise that it turned out well," Lance spoke with a smile on his face as he stopped walking with Eddie and handed his phone with a picture of his baked chicken. Lance honestly was not an amazing baker or cook or anything like that he was more of an artist so this was a proud moment for him. "You advice really helped honestly. I was scared I was going to burn it or it came out totally undercook."

Muse: Eddie Diaz OR Hector Ramirez (wildcat)

Plot: My muse got drunk & crashed on your muses couch now waking up confused.

Open to: Men, friend, college, anything really

He woke up with a start in unfamiliar settings. He looked around, couch, different room, then the hang over kicked in he groaned and covered his eyes. The next time he opened them more gingerly and took in his surroundings including the other man. “Hey where am I?”

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"What about your D&D friends?" She sat on the picnic table. looking at Eddie. They probably were wondering where the hell he was these last couple days. Allison perked up when he mentioned snacks. She hadn't had dinner. "What kind of pop tarts?" She asked, curiously.

Removing her protective gloves. She set them aside. "Do you got any chewy candy in your bag... like twizzlers." They were her favorite.

"You were on the run the whole time before your name was cleared?" Allison coudn't imagine seeing her classmates die in such way. "A werewolf slashed my Aunt's throat in front of me." She went back and fourth on whether her Aunt deserved the vengeful attack. Her Aunt Kate set the Hale's house on fire. Killing innocents, Eddie was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

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Miriam had worn her most flattering dress with the fewest paint stains on it and brushed her hair for the meeting. White canvas sneakers washed for the occasion and the faintest hint of makeup, all done in the hopes of making the best possible impression. Despite Miriam's generous inheritance from her father's estate, she still had to earn some income to survive and the best way she could do that was through commissions. Murals, paintings, she'd even done someone's car, anyway she could get paid to make art she was going to do it.

Sitting in the lobby of the office she'd been instructed to meet her client at, she felt distinctly out of place. Her fingers rolled the hem of her dress between them and she crossed and uncrossed her ankles as she tried to get comfortable, an impossible task with her messenger bag full of books sharing the seat with her. Miriam was considering whether or not it was worth it to take the bag off when she saw a man approaching and focused her attention on praying he was the one she had arranged the meeting with. Handsome was an understatement and her lips curved into a wide smile when he continued towards her. She didn't want to stare, but the way the light bounced off his face had her imagining the sharp strokes it would take to recreate his image in paint. Shadows and highlights revealing themselves the closer he got.

When he was within a few feet of her she stood to greet him, a flutter in her stomach. "Hi, I'm Miriam, we spoke on the phone. It's so nice to meet you in the flesh," she said with an enthusiasm that was veering on awkward then held out her hand.

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It was a tuesday night. The regulars were filling up the bar. Nick was busy pouring beer from the tap mostly. They didn't serve a lot of cocktails unless you counted rum and coke. Corroded Coffin was finishing up their set.

Nick was let off by his boss to go on break. He usually smoked back stage where it was quiet from the crowded bar area. He exhaled out the smoke. "Hey Munson." Nick knew Eddie through Rick. He didn't really know his other band members.

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Evie was standing outside Rick's place waiting for his dealer. The van that pulled under the garage lights looked vividly familiar. "Eddie, you handle Lipton's commisionary while he's in jail." She was finishing off her last cigarette. She only smoked when she was stressed.

She handed him the commisionary money in return for some weed. It looked like the Cunningham sisters' taste in men didn't fall far from the apple tree.

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"Oh yeah, that's some good shit." JJ took a hit of the joint. His home life was getting more chaotic. He was healing from a busted lip, and a knuckle punch to his cheek. Thanks to his Dad. He was sure the whole trailer park knew what was going on since they moved in to Forest Hills.

JJ would drive off on his dirt bike somewhere for the night. He didn't want to bother Eddie nor have Luke Maybank banging on the Munson's trailer door drunk. Especially while Wayne was at work. JJ usually waited to his old man was out cold on the couch. Until he left his trailer through the window in his room.

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Vinnie drove up to Rick’s house. It was late, and the lights to the boat house were the only thing on. He wondered over to the door, opening it. “Rick, you in here?” Vincent called out. 

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Ben was worried and sighed. He looked at his phone and saw that he had no service, non of his text were going through. Ben hated this not able to reach any of his brothers especially his boyfriend but he was trying his best to stay calm and not go crazy with worry. His mind kept going back to the last storm he endured and the aftermath, he closed his eyes for a moment before opening them and saw Eddie in the distance. "Hey, how are you doing? Hopefully you are not hurt or anything," he spoke with a smile on his face trying to hide the worry he felt.

“I’m trying to help you!” (for eddie)

He looked somewhat between a deer caught in headlights and just a straight up mess, eyes wide and bottom lip trembling slightly "What makes you think I deserve your help?" he asked, combing his fingers through disheveled hair, barely making eye contact.