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?"
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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?"