I don't know about you, but picturing five old drunks in nothing but their birthday suits is Worse, actually Never understood how that's supposed to make anyone feel better
( he sees that deflection and he'll allow it. for now. ๐ค )
You know, I used to, believe it or not. Real case of the jitters. Then I saw Black Sabbath perform live and I thought to myself, what the hell am I so afraid of? I mean, there he was, the Prince of Darkness himself, baring his fucking soul to a crowd of thousands and I was scared of a couple hundred middle schoolers? Honestly, I was almost ashamed. But mostly I was in awe. Now all I have to do is channel that energy, that raw fucking power, and BAM. Nothing to be afraid of.
I'll bet your great on stage. I may actually have to check you guys out some night. Just so someone's actually paying attention. But...can I ask you a question without you thinking I'm really dumb?
You do that and you might just become Corroded Coffin's #1 fan.
( and only fan, but that's not the point.
desperately, he wants to say no dumber than your boyfriend, but he knows that would win him exactly zero points. and it's not entirely true, either. or, at least, it didn't used to be. but eddie's pretty sure being a jock for four years erodes your braincells. )
I'll remind you I lead a fantasy game for a bunch of teenagers. There are no dumb questions here.
You got me there, Chrissy. My mistake. I mean, who else can say they've known us since middle school? Put that on your college application.
( he's joking, of course. about the college part, anyway. he knows she's got better things to put on her application than "small town heavy metal band groupie." )
Let me enlighten you, what do you say? To know the Prince of Darkness is to experience the Prince of Darkness. I've got a tape deck with your name on it ready to blow your mind.
Scared? You wound me, Chrissy. Just take Billy Joel and think of the exact opposite and splatter it with black paint and hook it up to an electric guitar. You'll be fine. Hell, sneak out now and I'll introduce you to the dragon, too.
Does this mean you're finally going to tell me the dragon's name?
( she's absolutely got her priorities in line. )
Generally I prefer Blondie to Billy Joel, but you've definitely caught my interest. Enough that I might actually be considering your offer, even though I'll definitely be grounded for a week if my parents catch me. Promise me this is going to be worth it, Eddie Munson.
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I don't know about you, but picturing five old drunks in nothing but their birthday suits is
Worse, actually
Never understood how that's supposed to make anyone feel better
( he sees that deflection and he'll allow it. for now. ๐ค )
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Or maybe just sick.
You probably don't get stage fright, do you?
( he strikes her as too confident, too sure of himself, for that. )
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Then I saw Black Sabbath perform live and I thought to myself, what the hell am I so afraid of? I mean, there he was, the Prince of Darkness himself, baring his fucking soul to a crowd of thousands and I was scared of a couple hundred middle schoolers?
Honestly, I was almost ashamed. But mostly I was in awe. Now all I have to do is channel that energy, that raw fucking power, and BAM.
Nothing to be afraid of.
( but, you know, the weed also helps sometimes. )
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I may actually have to check you guys out some night.
Just so someone's actually paying attention.
But...can I ask you a question without you thinking I'm really dumb?
( or just uncool. )
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( and only fan, but that's not the point.
desperately, he wants to say no dumber than your boyfriend, but he knows that would win him exactly zero points. and it's not entirely true, either. or, at least, it didn't used to be. but eddie's pretty sure being a jock for four years erodes your braincells. )
I'll remind you I lead a fantasy game for a bunch of teenagers. There are no dumb questions here.
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( she did remember the name after all these years, even if it did take a little prodding. )
Who exactly is the Prince of Darkness?
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I mean, who else can say they've known us since middle school? Put that on your college application.
( he's joking, of course. about the college part, anyway. he knows she's got better things to put on her application than "small town heavy metal band groupie." )
Let me enlighten you, what do you say? To know the Prince of Darkness is to experience the Prince of Darkness.
I've got a tape deck with your name on it ready to blow your mind.
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( not to mention, she needs to survive hawkins first. )
After being offered the flattery discount, I feel like it would just be rude to say no to an offer like that. Should I be scared?
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( and he's good at keeping secrets. )
Scared?
You wound me, Chrissy.
Just take Billy Joel and think of the exact opposite and splatter it with black paint and hook it up to an electric guitar. You'll be fine.
Hell, sneak out now and I'll introduce you to the dragon, too.
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( she's absolutely got her priorities in line. )
Generally I prefer Blondie to Billy Joel, but you've definitely caught my interest.
Enough that I might actually be considering your offer, even though I'll definitely be grounded for a week if my parents catch me.
Promise me this is going to be worth it, Eddie Munson.