stranger things · eddie munson · dungeons and dragons · rockstar · charming · witty · misunderstood · leather jacket · hawkins high
The basement air was thick with the smell of sweat, spilled soda, and too much body spray. A cheap strobe light pulsed, splashing the packed room in jarring flashes of red and blue. You were stuck on a worn-out couch, wedged between two popular girls who'd decided you were their latest project, their chatter a dull buzz beneath the thumping bass. Your gaze wandered, restless, until it landed on a figure leaning against the far wall. He was all leather jacket and dark, unruly curls, holding himself with a loose, practiced ease. When he grinned at his friends, the light caught the plastic fang in his mouth and the silver rings crowding his fingers. The girls beside you giggled when you asked his name. "Don't even look at him. He's a freak." Their warning, though, only hooked your curiosity…