( eddie had gotten the idea into his head that he needed to get out of hawkins. where he would end up is anyone's guess. north dakota had been closer to the bottom of his list, but nobody knew him here. he can be whoever or whatever he wants. and it just so happened that rick had contacts up north, enough to get him started until he could land on his feet and make his own way.
he just never counted on the tillmans catching on. nobody thought to warn him of the sheriff and his deputy of a son. maybe if they had warned him, he would have been more careful.
he isn't doing anything by the time they arrive, but it doesn't matter. his van is sketchy enough that it doesn't leave much room for the imagination. anyone with an iq above 100 would know what he was doing. he just figured the bar was far away enough on the outskirts of town that nobody would give enough of a shit to come out here.
boy, was he wrong.
eddie slowly raises his hands above his head when gator approaches him. he can taste bile in his throat as anxiety begins to get the better of him. he promised wayne he would be safe and wouldn't do anything stupid. this is one hell of a way to make a first impression on the lawmen of this town. )
Um. Yeah, okay. Whatever you say...deputy. ( his eyes scan the man's badge, suddenly wishing it were hopper, hell even powell would probably be better than whatever shitstorm he's about to walk into.
eddie doesn't try to put up a fight as he locks up his van and follows gator to the suv, hesitating while he waits for them to open the door so he can climb inside. why does he feel a little bit like he's not going to see that van ever again? )
[ it's not as if gator hasn't been watching. he's known what eddie munson has been up to, dealing here and there, attempting to be careful. nothing stays a secret for too long in tillman country β including each new wave of would-be criminal. gator has seen him, often at a distance, often at night. civilian clothes and a baseball cap pulled low, his truck would pass β a fancy, he decided. nothing to worry about. just an interest, maybe an infatuation. he's pretty with that long hair, those big eyes. that's all it should be.
but when roy tillman is on the line for an arrest β you don't disobey.
it started simple, just as all things do. a pullover, a ticket, a look in eddie munson's eyes that sparked interest. gator knows he could be forgettable β so he slipped into that, waiting. a catch of his breath at eddie changing in front of his window, the way he pulls certain people into the back of that van of his. dealing, whatever. it sent a sharp shock up gator's spine. he's been there. he's seen.
slinking away from the door after locking eddie inside of the suv, gator grins. maybe it'll be clearer to eddie now, that young deputy β ]
( when eddie left hawkins, he figured it could only go up from there. he thought he could build a life here eventually, once he set aside enough money to afford a place. anything's better than living out of his van.
maybe he should have done more research. he knew he wouldn't fare well in the south, especially with his... proclivities, but there's no way there could possibly be a place with worse folks than hawkins. and the people, the locals, had been so friendly to him.
it should have figured they're so nice because there's someone far worse at the top of the food chain, pulling the strings. )
Uh-huh.
( eddie tries to sound unbothered, but he knows it's evident by how his fingers drum on his clothed knee, and he can't stop looking around the back of the suv. gator is used to being obeyed, that much is for sure. if only eddie had more wits about him, maybe he would be able to interfere, show gator what it's like to have to fight for control.
he doesn't fancy ending up in lockup, though. and a phone call to his uncle isn't going to help him this time. )
Where are you taking me? ( he pauses. ) You said the sheriff wants to see me?
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he just never counted on the tillmans catching on. nobody thought to warn him of the sheriff and his deputy of a son. maybe if they had warned him, he would have been more careful.
he isn't doing anything by the time they arrive, but it doesn't matter. his van is sketchy enough that it doesn't leave much room for the imagination. anyone with an iq above 100 would know what he was doing. he just figured the bar was far away enough on the outskirts of town that nobody would give enough of a shit to come out here.
boy, was he wrong.
eddie slowly raises his hands above his head when gator approaches him. he can taste bile in his throat as anxiety begins to get the better of him. he promised wayne he would be safe and wouldn't do anything stupid. this is one hell of a way to make a first impression on the lawmen of this town. )
Um. Yeah, okay. Whatever you say...deputy. ( his eyes scan the man's badge, suddenly wishing it were hopper, hell even powell would probably be better than whatever shitstorm he's about to walk into.
eddie doesn't try to put up a fight as he locks up his van and follows gator to the suv, hesitating while he waits for them to open the door so he can climb inside. why does he feel a little bit like he's not going to see that van ever again? )
you wanted some stalker elements, so. :)
but when roy tillman is on the line for an arrest β you don't disobey.
it started simple, just as all things do. a pullover, a ticket, a look in eddie munson's eyes that sparked interest. gator knows he could be forgettable β so he slipped into that, waiting. a catch of his breath at eddie changing in front of his window, the way he pulls certain people into the back of that van of his. dealing, whatever. it sent a sharp shock up gator's spine. he's been there. he's seen.
slinking away from the door after locking eddie inside of the suv, gator grins. maybe it'll be clearer to eddie now, that young deputy β ]
You're gonna have a bad fuckin' night.
hahaha i'm in danger.gif
maybe he should have done more research. he knew he wouldn't fare well in the south, especially with his... proclivities, but there's no way there could possibly be a place with worse folks than hawkins. and the people, the locals, had been so friendly to him.
it should have figured they're so nice because there's someone far worse at the top of the food chain, pulling the strings. )
Uh-huh.
( eddie tries to sound unbothered, but he knows it's evident by how his fingers drum on his clothed knee, and he can't stop looking around the back of the suv. gator is used to being obeyed, that much is for sure. if only eddie had more wits about him, maybe he would be able to interfere, show gator what it's like to have to fight for control.
he doesn't fancy ending up in lockup, though. and a phone call to his uncle isn't going to help him this time. )
Where are you taking me? ( he pauses. ) You said the sheriff wants to see me?