eddie munson - m'lady.

8 - set up.

eddie's pov:

you walked side-by-side next to the girl of your dreams.

however, in molly's mind, she was walking next to a brother apparently.

ouch.

you got to admit that, that hurt but it just made you that more determined to prove to her how unbrotherly and my boyfriendly you could be. eddie-the-freak-munson will not be getting friend-zoned that easily. you smiled to yourself, pulling the girl closer to you and resting your arm across her shoulders.

when you both finally made it to the music room, there was an empty area and tables dotted around the room. you'd done this many times before that it was routine, now you had the challenge of teaching a complete newbie a game she's never heard of and also setting up the tables.

god only knows if you'll get time for a smoke.

"so, class a drug- my bad, molly. you haven't ever heard of d&d?" you asked.

"nope!" she said, smiling innocently.

"great." you groaned sarcastically, "the basics are: 'in cases where the outcome of an action is uncertain, the game relies on rolls of a 20-sided die, a d20, to determine success or failure. ability checks, attack rolls, and saving throws are the three main kinds of d20 rolls, forming the core of the rules of the game.' you understand that?"

she looked at you as if you'd just spoken a foreign language. "sort of..."

"follow dustin and mike's lead. you'll get it more as you play," you smiled, ruffling molly's hair. "and hopefully you'll win." you winked at her. leaning against the table, you admired the girl in front of you.

she really looked out of place here. though, you couldn't think of anywhere were she looked in place. 

"you know what?" you clapped your hands together quickly, making her jump as you began taking your jacket and shirt off. 

"woah, woah. hold your horses buster. i'm not here to fuck you." she crossed her arms and looked away, embarrassed. "jesus, christ man..." she held a hand up to her face to avoid the sight of you shirtless, though you could see her only just peeking.

"calm down." you threw your 'hellfire club' shirt to her, which she quickly caught. "there you go, now you're part of the freaks and weirdos." your eye's went wide as you spoke, emphasising on the last three words spitefully.

she looked at you, chuckling and shaking her head. "i've got a couple issues here. one, you're shirtless - you'll freeze. two, there's no where to change my shirt and three, i'm not being seen in this, thank you." 

"denim," you say. "insulates and everything, you know? also, you could change here and who said anything about wearing it in public?" 

"changing? in front of you? in your dreams, freak." she shook her head. "nice try though."

groaning, you put your hands over your eyes one-by-one, before spinning around and facing the wall. "better, princess?" 

"much." she said and after that all you heard was a bunch of shuffling.

"do you have a marker?" molly asked after a couple minutes. 

the smell of cannabis and stale tobacco filled the air, the ashtray was full and the two teens' heads full of tranquillity.

"uh, somewhere around here, yeah." you responded, searching the drawers of a desk before finally finding one and chucking it to molly. "wait, what for?"

you walked over to the girl who was colouring in the sleeves of her red, off the shoulder cropped shirt. she then began to label the front of it in some funny font. 'hellfire' and in another, more normal font was the word 'club'. below that, a really accurate picture of the hellfire's mascot was drawn out between two swords and dice.

you scoffed, looking down at her. "well, aren't you a little artist?"

"here." she said, grinning. "you can wear this, no?" she chuckled very quietly as you held it to your chest. 

"listen, i love it like. but it literally shows my nips if i bend the wrong way or lean forward a little too much." you scoffed.

she quickly sat up from the floor and rolled her eyes. "your nips are already out, get-ya-tits away, you scoundrel." she tutted sarcastically.

"don't you like my tits though?" you shook your head looking down at her. "free the nips all the way if you ask me." you chuckled.

"man-whore." she shouted at you, jokingly.

you tilted her chin up at you. "i'm no whore, sweetheart." you looked down at her and gazed into her eyes. she was so dazed, probably from the weed. you wondered if she'd remember anything after she sobers up. "come on, get your ass up before everyone gets here." you helped her up and slipped the cropped shirt into the pocket of molly's jacket.

she stood up, smiling dizzily at you.

you helped to steady her and sat her down on the dungeon master's chair. "stay here while i get you a drink, okay?"

"mhm, okay sweetheart." she nodded as her words slurred.

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