Surprising no one, Steve's parents aren't around, which means of course that he has to take advantage of their absence. And the best way to do that, as far as Steve is concerned, is inviting Billy and Eddie over. He realizes most people would think that's a weird choice but he's learned to just accept that he likes spending time with both of them, especially at the same time. Eddie's a good buffer for Billy's aggressive need for dominance. Billy's good at bringing Eddie to focus. Steve likes being right in the middle of them.
So the moment he knows his parents are on some weekend getaway, he's calling the other two up for an impromptu pool party for three.
They've got some so-called music blaring on the boom box. Steve's decided to not complain about it (for the moment) because the weather is great and he's feeling more than content to lounge on a pool chair and watch the other two from behind his sunglasses.
"I wouldn't be sad if one of you wanted to bring me a beer."
Billy jumps in the pool the second he gets the chance, swimming around like this was the first chance he'd gotten since California. It wasn't, of course, he worked at the damned pool but it was a good chance to showcase his arms and legs abs with all the water making him glisten.
When Steve says something he rolls his eyes, swimming up to the edge of the pool and folding his arms on the siding. His wet hair sticks to his shoulders as he pulls himself partially out of the water.
Eddie's no athlete, period. Most of his muscle tone is in his arms from playing guitar and lugging equipment from his van, not basketball and swimming and whatever else Billy and Steve get up to in their spare time that makes them look like goddamn action figures. It just leaves him a little self-conscious, treading water up to his neck while Billy and his six-pack swim circles around the pool.
"Yeah, don't you have a butler for that? Or is Jeeves off today?" Despite that, Eddie pulls himself out of the pool, dripping all over the concrete.
Really, he can't complain - he'd much rather be here than sweating out the summer heat in his trailer, praying for a breeze to take the edge off things. Steve's a good guy, as much as Eddie hates to admit it, and Billy... He's growing on him. Solid taste in music, easy on the eyes - could be a lot worse.
The cooler's nearly full of ice cold beer, and Eddie cracks one open for himself, taking a few sips before grabbing two more.
"Your highness." He hands a can to Steve with a smirk, then saunters over to sit at the edge of the pool, feet in the water. "How about you, Hargrove? Thirsty?"
Steve rolls his eyes behind his sunglasses as he takes the beer, then he gets off the chair to follow Eddie.
"What, Billy Hargrove can't get his own beer?"
He copies the way Eddie sits on the edge of the pool, legs dangling into the water as he takes a drink. Yep, this was a great choice. Billy is undeniably eye-candy and would've found an excuse to take his shirt off no matter what they were doing, but Steve is delighting in pushing Eddie a bit out of his comfort zone. Mostly because Eddie just goes along with things even when he isn't so sure about it, and, you know, he has that stupid smile that takes up his whole face.
"Munson just knows what's good for him," Billy says, opening the can.
Of course he starts chugging it down, determined to chug it all in one go because that's what a real man does. No sitting on the edge of the pool and sipping it slowly for him. He's all done in one go slams the can down, a trail of foam dribbling down his chin as he pushes off the side of the pool with his legs and starts swimming again.
"You guys gonna join me or am I just putting on a show?"
"Or maybe I'm just a nice person. Pretty crazy concept, I know, but maybe you'll get it eventually." Eddie rolls his eyes, smiling from behind his beer can. It's hard to believe he's willingly spending his day out in the sun with two of the biggest jocks Hawkins has ever known, but here he is.
Of course Billy's eager to keep showing off, and Eddie kind of hates how eager he is to watch - and to keep up. He only hesitates a moment before he tips his own beer back to swallow mouthful after mouthful, his head buzzing by the time it's empty.
"Depends - you gonna rescue me if I start drowning, mister lifeguard?" Eddie hops back into the water, dunking his head so he can slick his long hair back and splashing Steve in the process.
"I'd hate to -" Steve sputters a bit when he's splashed, raising a hand to try and stop his sunglasses from getting covered in water. "I'd hate to embarrass you if I joined in."
He takes off his glasses to dry them off, but doesn't seem inclined to move to join them in. Steve's more than happy to just keep enjoying his beer and fondly watch the two idiots in his pool.
"He can give you mouth-to-mouth and I'll rub aloe on you." Because there's no chance in hell Eddie's getting through this without getting a sunburn.
"Please, Harrington, I used to swim in the fucking ocean, I don't think you'll embarrass me here," he says, because lord knows he can't go a day without mentioning California.
He considers grabbing Steve by the legs and yanking him in, but Eddie's here and practically begging to be manhandled so he'll go that route instead. If he fawns over Eddie enough, maybe Steve'll be begging to join in. Or maybe he'll just watch. But Billy'd be lying if he said he didn't like to be watched.
"Of course I'll save you," he says, swimming up to Eddie and wrapping one arm around his waist, yanking him in tight. Billy's legs are strong enough to keep them both afloat, even if Eddie doesn't help. "See? Nothing to worry about."
Except that sunburn. Steve's probably right about that.
"Don't threaten me with a good time, man." Except for the sunburn - but
that's a problem for a later Eddie. He doesn’t really do sun. His
typical summer day involves a lot of pot and listening to his tape
collection in front of a rattling box fan in his underwear. Most of the
time he's working on his D&D campaigns. Not exactly Steve and Billy's idea
of summertime fun.
Eddie squawks as he's pulled into the pool again, splashing more water onto
the patio (and Steve). Billy's skin is warm against his own, and he's not
sure he'll ever truly get used to feeling all those muscles, either.
Surreal fuckin' stuff.
"You'll save me? You'll be the reason I'm drowning in the first place," he
snorts, throwing his arms around Billy's neck once he's sure they're not
going to sink to the bottom of the pool. He smells like beer and smoke and
salt, and the alcohol rushing through Eddie's bloodstream is only
encouraging him to have a taste. (It always does.)
"What was he saying about mouth-to-mouth?" If Steve wants to just sit and
watch, that's his loss. Eddie, on the other hand, leans in to give Billy a
soft kiss, smiling into it.
Steve leans back, covering his face with his hands at Billy reminding them again he’s from California. He kicks his leg to splash them and stands up, content to leave them to canoodle a bit. Honestly, he knows he should join in, and he would if he didn’t get the feeling that Billy’s trying to tempt him by doing nothing.
And Steve can’t give Billy that satisfaction. Besides, he’s come to realize he sort of likes watching Billy and Eddie enjoy each other’s company.
He stands up, walking over to the boombox. The music stops, then, after some fumbling for a new tape, Radio Ga Ga starts playing. Just another bonus of Eddie and Billy distracting each other.
He groans when the music changes, rolling his eyes, "So you can't get the beer but you can silence Metallica, huh?"
He kisses Eddie again, only there's nothing soft about this one. Billy's kisses are more like being attacked by a particularly enthusiastic, slobbery dog. They bob up and down in the water as they go, Steve's music choices becoming muffled every time the water hits their ears.
Billy still can't believe that the school freak is his type after all, despite their music taste overlap. But as much as he likes to compete with Steve, it's also nice to have a guy he can pin down and toss around without much effort. And between the two of them, he thinks he must be a sucker for big brown doe eyes.
"Can't believe prettyboy's passing up on this," he says, giving Eddie a moment to catch his breath.
"Steeeve," Eddie whines as Metallica comes to a sudden halt, only to be replaced with Queen. He doesn't even hate Queen, but mid-album? Mid-song? He's completely thrown off the immaculate make out vibes and he probably doesn't even get why!
Not that he's gonna let that stop them. Billy's quick to deepen the kiss and Eddie forgets all about Freddie Mercury's crooning as he sighs into it. Wrapping his thighs around Billy's hips, he wonders just how quickly they can convince Steve to give in.
Being in between the two of them is not a place Eddie ever could've expected to find himself, but it's also much more glorious than he could've hoped. There's probably something to be said about liking the way Steve and Billy push him around as much as he does, but does it really matter? He's already a freak and that's without anyone knowing he's queer, let alone whatever gets his rocks off. Weird is weird, but he's managed to hook two of the most popular guys he knows anyway, so what does that say about them?
"His loss," he laughs, leaning back to look over his shoulder at Steve, still poolside. "Hey, rich boy, y'wanna make yourself useful and grab us a couple more beers?" He bats his lashes just to be extra bratty about it.
“Didn’t think you two would notice over the sound of all that lipsmacking.”
But don’t say he isn’t a nice guy. Steve grabs some beers and tosses them in the pool, and if they float towards Eddie then great.
He walks by the pool chairs and tosses his sunglasses down on one, making his way to the diving board. Steve’s not necessarily looking to show off, but if the other two happen to take their eyes off each other for a moment, then Steve’s making sure his form is perfect. He hits the water with a dive that he’d absolutely give a ten-out-of-ten. Swimming along under the water towards them, he resurfaces behind Eddie, wrapping one arm around his waist.
“What’d I miss?”
Steve presses a kiss to Eddie’s cheek then reaches for one of the bobbing beer cans.
Billy sees Steve's dive and as much as he wants to enjoy having both his guys in the pool with him, he can't let a challenge like that go unanswered.
He lets go of Eddie and lifts himself up out of the pool by the palms of his hands, shaking off like a wet dog as soon as he's out of the water. The sun's been beating down on the siding all day long and it's hot on his bare skin, but he doesn't really care. Hot's good, anyway, it means he won't fade from California Bronze to Pasty Indiana White too quickly.
"Hey lovebirds, check this out."
And he's approaching the diving board with a running start ('no running in the pool' my ass, rules are only for other people, not him) and does the official dive of attention-seeking douchebags everywhere: the cannonball. Better hold onto those beers.
There's a splash as a couple more beers hit the water, but Eddie's got no interest in moving from where he is. Billy is a hundred times more intoxicating than any liquor he can get his hands on, and beer doesn't manhandle him or kiss his throat the way he likes either.
Steve approaches the diving board (it's bad enough that he has a pool, but a diving board, too?) and he finally tears his gaze away from Billy long enough to ogle him and his stupid swim team approved bathing suit. Goddamn. The eye candy alone is enough to convince him to get out in the sunshine more often.
He hits the water and Eddie's attention goes back to Billy for just long enough that Steve swimming up from behind him to grab his waist makes him yelp.
"Dick," he grumbles, but he can't be too mad. Lo and behold, Billy provides even more eye candy for him to take in as he runs his fingers through Steve's chest hair. Screw the beer, what he really wants is attention. Evidently, so does Billy.
The beers go careening even further away as Billy sends waves through the entire pool with his cannonball, and Eddie ends up drenched again in the process.
"Jesus Christ, Billy!" He's sputtering, scrunching his nose up to try and get the water out of it as he paws at Steve. Hold me, dammit. "Fucking -- people trust you to save them? They pay you for this?"
Steve isn’t even surprised. He’d roll his eyes but Eddie’s having a water-based crisis.
“What an asshole.”
He says it fondly, though, or as fondly as he can get with Billy. With Eddie it’s easy to know where he stands and what might happen and what Eddie might say or do. When it comes to Billy, Steve’s still not even sure why Billy gives him the time of day or if he’s about to get punched in the mouth or kissed. Which is sort of exciting, sure, but it’s exhausting, too. That isn’t to say he doesn’t enjoy having Billy wanting to kiss him or touch him or parade around his pool in short swim trunks. Just that mostly Billy’s an asshole and Steve hates that he likes it so much.
Holding on to Eddie, Steve swims them both the short distance to the edge. It’s partly for Eddie to have something solid to hold besides muscular jocks while he reorients himself and partly so he can press up against Eddie against the wall of the pool.
“We all know he only got the job so all the horny moms would pay to bring their brats to the pool every day.”
"I'm the best fucking lifeguard they've ever had, asshole," he says, circling the other two boys like a shark as he swims around.
Yeah, he knows Steve was a lifeguard there before. And he meant what he said. It's a shame he didn't do it again this year, though, Billy could use some more eye candy at the pool to distract him from the job he's supposed to be doing.
He collects the floating beer cans in one arm before swimming over to the other two and passing them around, "See? I'm a nice guy."
As if he's not the reason they were floating away to begin with.
As enjoyable as it is to be held by both Billy and Steve - especially when they're soaking wet and nearly naked - Eddie's admittedly relieved to rest against the side of the pool, his back against the tiles.
"Are there really that many horny moms out prowling at the Hawkins pool?" If anyone would know, it's these two, he's sure. Moms don't tend to like Eddie very much, horny or otherwise. Something about the hair and the tattoos and the music and the drugs just doesn't sit well with them. Their loss, but then again, who's the one who managed to bag the two hot lifeguards?
He can't help but snort and laugh at the remark as Billy hands them a beer each, shaking his head.
"Yeah, Bill, you're a real sweetheart. I'm surprised you even have the time to hang out with us degenerates between volunteering at soup kitchens and helping little old ladies cross the street." Cracking the beer open, Eddie takes another long sip before setting it by the side of the pool and throwing an arm around Steve's shoulders.
"See, this is why I'm self-employed. I can be a real dick if I wanna be."
Steve probably would’ve has the job as a lifeguard if Billy hadn’t taken his spot and forced him to go to stupid Scoops Ahoy. The tips had been great but it had murdered anything left of his reputation.
“Have you seen the men these poor women are married to? Of course they’re horny.”
Taking a beer, Steve snorts a bit before taking a drink.
“Pretty sure it’s impossible for you to be an ass, Eds. It’s refreshing.”
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So the moment he knows his parents are on some weekend getaway, he's calling the other two up for an impromptu pool party for three.
They've got some so-called music blaring on the boom box. Steve's decided to not complain about it (for the moment) because the weather is great and he's feeling more than content to lounge on a pool chair and watch the other two from behind his sunglasses.
"I wouldn't be sad if one of you wanted to bring me a beer."
Just saying.
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When Steve says something he rolls his eyes, swimming up to the edge of the pool and folding his arms on the siding. His wet hair sticks to his shoulders as he pulls himself partially out of the water.
"King Steve can't get his own royal beer?"
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"Yeah, don't you have a butler for that? Or is Jeeves off today?" Despite that, Eddie pulls himself out of the pool, dripping all over the concrete.
Really, he can't complain - he'd much rather be here than sweating out the summer heat in his trailer, praying for a breeze to take the edge off things. Steve's a good guy, as much as Eddie hates to admit it, and Billy... He's growing on him. Solid taste in music, easy on the eyes - could be a lot worse.
The cooler's nearly full of ice cold beer, and Eddie cracks one open for himself, taking a few sips before grabbing two more.
"Your highness." He hands a can to Steve with a smirk, then saunters over to sit at the edge of the pool, feet in the water. "How about you, Hargrove? Thirsty?"
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"What, Billy Hargrove can't get his own beer?"
He copies the way Eddie sits on the edge of the pool, legs dangling into the water as he takes a drink. Yep, this was a great choice. Billy is undeniably eye-candy and would've found an excuse to take his shirt off no matter what they were doing, but Steve is delighting in pushing Eddie a bit out of his comfort zone. Mostly because Eddie just goes along with things even when he isn't so sure about it, and, you know, he has that stupid smile that takes up his whole face.
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Of course he starts chugging it down, determined to chug it all in one go because that's what a real man does. No sitting on the edge of the pool and sipping it slowly for him. He's all done in one go slams the can down, a trail of foam dribbling down his chin as he pushes off the side of the pool with his legs and starts swimming again.
"You guys gonna join me or am I just putting on a show?"
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Of course Billy's eager to keep showing off, and Eddie kind of hates how eager he is to watch - and to keep up. He only hesitates a moment before he tips his own beer back to swallow mouthful after mouthful, his head buzzing by the time it's empty.
"Depends - you gonna rescue me if I start drowning, mister lifeguard?" Eddie hops back into the water, dunking his head so he can slick his long hair back and splashing Steve in the process.
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He takes off his glasses to dry them off, but doesn't seem inclined to move to join them in. Steve's more than happy to just keep enjoying his beer and fondly watch the two idiots in his pool.
"He can give you mouth-to-mouth and I'll rub aloe on you." Because there's no chance in hell Eddie's getting through this without getting a sunburn.
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He considers grabbing Steve by the legs and yanking him in, but Eddie's here and practically begging to be manhandled so he'll go that route instead. If he fawns over Eddie enough, maybe Steve'll be begging to join in. Or maybe he'll just watch. But Billy'd be lying if he said he didn't like to be watched.
"Of course I'll save you," he says, swimming up to Eddie and wrapping one arm around his waist, yanking him in tight. Billy's legs are strong enough to keep them both afloat, even if Eddie doesn't help. "See? Nothing to worry about."
Except that sunburn. Steve's probably right about that.
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"Don't threaten me with a good time, man." Except for the sunburn - but that's a problem for a later Eddie. He doesn’t really do sun. His typical summer day involves a lot of pot and listening to his tape collection in front of a rattling box fan in his underwear. Most of the time he's working on his D&D campaigns. Not exactly Steve and Billy's idea of summertime fun.
Eddie squawks as he's pulled into the pool again, splashing more water onto the patio (and Steve). Billy's skin is warm against his own, and he's not sure he'll ever truly get used to feeling all those muscles, either. Surreal fuckin' stuff.
"You'll save me? You'll be the reason I'm drowning in the first place," he snorts, throwing his arms around Billy's neck once he's sure they're not going to sink to the bottom of the pool. He smells like beer and smoke and salt, and the alcohol rushing through Eddie's bloodstream is only encouraging him to have a taste. (It always does.)
"What was he saying about mouth-to-mouth?" If Steve wants to just sit and watch, that's his loss. Eddie, on the other hand, leans in to give Billy a soft kiss, smiling into it.
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Steve leans back, covering his face with his hands at Billy reminding them again he’s from California. He kicks his leg to splash them and stands up, content to leave them to canoodle a bit. Honestly, he knows he should join in, and he would if he didn’t get the feeling that Billy’s trying to tempt him by doing nothing.
And Steve can’t give Billy that satisfaction. Besides, he’s come to realize he sort of likes watching Billy and Eddie enjoy each other’s company.
He stands up, walking over to the boombox. The music stops, then, after some fumbling for a new tape, Radio Ga Ga starts playing. Just another bonus of Eddie and Billy distracting each other.
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He kisses Eddie again, only there's nothing soft about this one. Billy's kisses are more like being attacked by a particularly enthusiastic, slobbery dog. They bob up and down in the water as they go, Steve's music choices becoming muffled every time the water hits their ears.
Billy still can't believe that the school freak is his type after all, despite their music taste overlap. But as much as he likes to compete with Steve, it's also nice to have a guy he can pin down and toss around without much effort. And between the two of them, he thinks he must be a sucker for big brown doe eyes.
"Can't believe prettyboy's passing up on this," he says, giving Eddie a moment to catch his breath.
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Not that he's gonna let that stop them. Billy's quick to deepen the kiss and Eddie forgets all about Freddie Mercury's crooning as he sighs into it. Wrapping his thighs around Billy's hips, he wonders just how quickly they can convince Steve to give in.
Being in between the two of them is not a place Eddie ever could've expected to find himself, but it's also much more glorious than he could've hoped. There's probably something to be said about liking the way Steve and Billy push him around as much as he does, but does it really matter? He's already a freak and that's without anyone knowing he's queer, let alone whatever gets his rocks off. Weird is weird, but he's managed to hook two of the most popular guys he knows anyway, so what does that say about them?
"His loss," he laughs, leaning back to look over his shoulder at Steve, still poolside. "Hey, rich boy, y'wanna make yourself useful and grab us a couple more beers?" He bats his lashes just to be extra bratty about it.
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But don’t say he isn’t a nice guy. Steve grabs some beers and tosses them in the pool, and if they float towards Eddie then great.
He walks by the pool chairs and tosses his sunglasses down on one, making his way to the diving board. Steve’s not necessarily looking to show off, but if the other two happen to take their eyes off each other for a moment, then Steve’s making sure his form is perfect. He hits the water with a dive that he’d absolutely give a ten-out-of-ten. Swimming along under the water towards them, he resurfaces behind Eddie, wrapping one arm around his waist.
“What’d I miss?”
Steve presses a kiss to Eddie’s cheek then reaches for one of the bobbing beer cans.
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He lets go of Eddie and lifts himself up out of the pool by the palms of his hands, shaking off like a wet dog as soon as he's out of the water. The sun's been beating down on the siding all day long and it's hot on his bare skin, but he doesn't really care. Hot's good, anyway, it means he won't fade from California Bronze to Pasty Indiana White too quickly.
"Hey lovebirds, check this out."
And he's approaching the diving board with a running start ('no running in the pool' my ass, rules are only for other people, not him) and does the official dive of attention-seeking douchebags everywhere: the cannonball. Better hold onto those beers.
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Steve approaches the diving board (it's bad enough that he has a pool, but a diving board, too?) and he finally tears his gaze away from Billy long enough to ogle him and his stupid swim team approved bathing suit. Goddamn. The eye candy alone is enough to convince him to get out in the sunshine more often.
He hits the water and Eddie's attention goes back to Billy for just long enough that Steve swimming up from behind him to grab his waist makes him yelp.
"Dick," he grumbles, but he can't be too mad. Lo and behold, Billy provides even more eye candy for him to take in as he runs his fingers through Steve's chest hair. Screw the beer, what he really wants is attention. Evidently, so does Billy.
The beers go careening even further away as Billy sends waves through the entire pool with his cannonball, and Eddie ends up drenched again in the process.
"Jesus Christ, Billy!" He's sputtering, scrunching his nose up to try and get the water out of it as he paws at Steve. Hold me, dammit. "Fucking -- people trust you to save them? They pay you for this?"
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“What an asshole.”
He says it fondly, though, or as fondly as he can get with Billy. With Eddie it’s easy to know where he stands and what might happen and what Eddie might say or do. When it comes to Billy, Steve’s still not even sure why Billy gives him the time of day or if he’s about to get punched in the mouth or kissed. Which is sort of exciting, sure, but it’s exhausting, too. That isn’t to say he doesn’t enjoy having Billy wanting to kiss him or touch him or parade around his pool in short swim trunks. Just that mostly Billy’s an asshole and Steve hates that he likes it so much.
Holding on to Eddie, Steve swims them both the short distance to the edge. It’s partly for Eddie to have something solid to hold besides muscular jocks while he reorients himself and partly so he can press up against Eddie against the wall of the pool.
“We all know he only got the job so all the horny moms would pay to bring their brats to the pool every day.”
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Yeah, he knows Steve was a lifeguard there before. And he meant what he said. It's a shame he didn't do it again this year, though, Billy could use some more eye candy at the pool to distract him from the job he's supposed to be doing.
He collects the floating beer cans in one arm before swimming over to the other two and passing them around, "See? I'm a nice guy."
As if he's not the reason they were floating away to begin with.
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"Are there really that many horny moms out prowling at the Hawkins pool?" If anyone would know, it's these two, he's sure. Moms don't tend to like Eddie very much, horny or otherwise. Something about the hair and the tattoos and the music and the drugs just doesn't sit well with them. Their loss, but then again, who's the one who managed to bag the two hot lifeguards?
He can't help but snort and laugh at the remark as Billy hands them a beer each, shaking his head.
"Yeah, Bill, you're a real sweetheart. I'm surprised you even have the time to hang out with us degenerates between volunteering at soup kitchens and helping little old ladies cross the street." Cracking the beer open, Eddie takes another long sip before setting it by the side of the pool and throwing an arm around Steve's shoulders.
"See, this is why I'm self-employed. I can be a real dick if I wanna be."
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“Have you seen the men these poor women are married to? Of course they’re horny.”
Taking a beer, Steve snorts a bit before taking a drink.
“Pretty sure it’s impossible for you to be an ass, Eds. It’s refreshing.”