The Drive-In

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All Eddie had wanted to do this evening was make his Saturday night drops and then get high as a fucking kite, watching 2001 Space Odyssey.  Instead, Eddie had found himself clutching his little black lunch pail, crouched down between two cars, backed up against the wheel of one, listening out for "Freeeeak" getting called out tauntingly in the night air.

The Tigers were the most popular guys in school, most dating some of the hottest chicks in town, so you'd think they'd have better things to do than stalk him around a drive-in movie lot.

Eddie's Saturday night plans probably could have gone like clockwork if he hadn't, as usual, taken things a step too far. He was just trying to upsell, make a few extra bucks, and flirting lends itself to that.

He had been making a usual drop to one of the lesser jocks, but he had been with some particularly attractive ladies, and rick had palmed some fucking phony pheromone shit onto him, it was actually some cheap knockoff perfume or cologne, but the customer would never know. You know, the kind of thing that would "drive your partner wild."

He'd managed to sell some to the lesser jocks sneakily and efficiently. Guaranteeing them that their partner would be so overwhelmed with lust that not putting out wouldn't even be an option, and Eddie had expected this. This particular set of guys were simple creatures. What he hadn't accounted for is while the guys had huddled in decision-making and money pooling, his sales pitch had been overheard by one of the ladies, and it had piqued her interest.

"Does that stuff only work on girls, or does it work in guys, too?" she had coyly asked, batting her heavily mascaraed eyelashes at Eddie.

For a second, Eddie had frozen to the spot. His real inner Eddie was having a meltdown; this stunning creature had engaged him in conversation, but almost as a reflex salesman, Eddie was back in the ring.

His hands were a little more clumsy than usual, retrieving and almost dropping a small vial from his lunch box, earning him a sweet laugh, which he couldn't help but lean into, looking up from his current task and shooting her a playful smirk.

He'd moved in closer and turned his back to the guys, as if secreting the sale, and talked her through the product, just as he'd done for the guys, but it was a softer sell. Not so much focused on putting out, but more to do with how enamored the guy would be, lavishing her with gifts, compliments, and "anything she could desire."
He really shouldn't have phrased it that way. He definitely shouldn't have dropped to almost a whisper for that last part, and he really shouldn't have leaned into her space when he said it, but he was on a roll. He was inches from this girl she hadn't recoiled once her eyes hadn't left him during the sales pitch. Eddie could feel that electricity maybe in the air, and without missing a beat or taking her eyes from him, the money was in-between her fingers, raised to Eddie.

Eddie had given her that knowing smile, turned his eyes to the money, taken it, maybe letting his one hand linger a little longer around hers, and with the other handed her the vial.

Eddie had chanced a coy glance from under his hair at her, and she'd said, "Are you wearing some of this stuff now?"

Inner Eddie nearly fucking died, but thankfully frontman Eddie was here to save the day.

He leans towards her ear to rasp softly, "I dunno, sweetheart, you tell me."

Eddie swore she moaned, but whatever the case, he'd never know because he was being lifted off the ground from behind.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, freak?" Jason spat as Eddie took in the scene. The lesser jocks had gone, the girl had gone, and it was just Eddie and five Tigers, the cream-of-the-crop asshole jocks.
Two of them had scooped him up under the arms and turned him around into their little circle of accusation.