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Eddie?

[Chrissy calls out after him, knowing it's rude to follow him toward what must be his bedroom. The trailer is small and cozy, but it feels like a home. She doesn't want to intrude on that. They have a vibe going, something flirtatious and new. But that doesn't give her the right to chase after him and barge in on his personal space. Especially given the fact she's pretty sure he's only being nice to her to sell her drugs.

Then again, he isn't taking her money. This one's on the house. So maybe all that smiling and flirting was real. Thinking that makes her take a cautious step toward the tiny hallway that leads back where he is.]

Eddie, did you find it?

[She sounds increasingly anxious and worried, and decides that standing there alone like this is an invitation for the things that have been plaguing her mind to come back and haunt her. Chrissy tucks her hands further into the sleeves of her cheer uniform and hurries back toward where she can hear him rustling around. Her head peeks through the doorway of his room, and she tries to smile so he won't know just how anxious she's feeling. ]

You found it, right?

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[ The trailer isn't cluttered so much as it is very much filled with the evidence that two bachelors live here. And if one of them happens to be a drug dealer who has maybe forgotten where last placed his stash of ketamine on the off chance that the Hawkins police come and raid it, well...

But Eddie has been successful in locating it, and in the process manages to grab a cassette tape and shoves it right in his tape deck. It's stupid, but he can tell Chrissy is nervous being here. She had been nervous meeting him at the picnic tables, and he can only guess that whatever it is that has been causing her to have such trouble sleeping is worse than the possibility that Eddie will turn out to be a worse dude than she probably has imagined her to be.

This whole thing has been weird from the start. Chrissy Cunningham of all people. Standing in the middle of his living room waiting to finish off a drug deal.
Or at least pick up the promised drugs because she seems so shaken up that he can't in good conscience charge her for this. ]

Aha! Got it! [ The cassette tape starts to play Carly Simon. It's a mixtape his mom made him before she passed away, and before his dad completely lost it, pushing him into petty thievery and nearly giving him a criminal record before he turned fifteen. And now, he hopes this mixtape brings some semblance of peace to Chrissy as he scrambles back to the living room. ]

Can I, uh, get you anything else?

[She knows he's in the trailer with her, and that he'll be back. But she still nearly jumps out of her skin when he shows back up in the living room. Chrissy even gives a little shout as she jumps, hands clutched close to her chest.]

I really just need...that.

[God, she feels awful saying that. Like she's using him or something. He probably won't even let her pay, but she still has cash stashed in her shoes like she's some kind of secret addict or something.

Really, Chrissy's never done drugs before. She's drank at parties, maybe, but this is something different. This is a slippery slope, and she knows that. All she can do is hope that Eddie doesn't think any less of her, because he's a pretty great guy.

She has no idea that the music that's playing is actually helping her more. All she knows is that she loves Carly Simon, but can't say anything about it because she's so nervous about being here to score drugs off of the guy that made her feel so happy and at ease earlier in the day.]

I'm sorry! It's just, I think I'm definitely losing my mind. You're sure that will help me be able to sleep, right?

[ Usually when it comes to dealing to the other teenagers of Hawkins High, it's weed. Occasionally there's a smattering of cocaine, and then the rare case of wanting to dabble in ketamine. And those cases tend to be longer time customers.

Chrissy is far from the only cheerleader to require his services. They are, after all, the ones who ultimately arranged this whole thing, pushing Chrissy to meet with him in order to help with insomnia by the looks of it.

But it's weird, this isn't the usual case of a spoiled little brat who needs something to counteract the high they get from the harder drugs so they can sleep.

This is someone who just can't sleep, period. ]

Hey, it's not...you don't need to apologize. I feel like I'm the one that should be apologizing.

[ After all, he urged her to come over, and he knows this place isn't the most welcoming of places, especially at night. Especially not with the way the lights seem to be flickering. ]

If this doesn't help you sleep, I don't know what will. But it's like... [ He pauses, wondering if he should even be pushing this hard. Chrissy came here of her own volition, right? He hasn't done anything to try and tempt her into trying the harder drugs, to get her hooked. ]

It's not like a sleep aid or anything, you know? [ He nervously twirls a finger around a curl, finding himself hesitating once again. ] I know we haven't hung out in, like, forever, but if you needed someone to talk to...