How I imagine Buck would find out about Eddie paying seven grand for that piece of shit car that he bought in New Mexico.
Eddie being pissed one day about nothing in particular and sees Buck just flaunting around the station, bending over in front of him one too many times and Eddie just snaps.
“Jesus Christ, Buckley, sit your ass down, will you?”
Buck looks at him in surprise.
“Damn, Eddie, who pissed in your Cheerios this morning?”
“Oh fuck off, you’re driving me insane with all your restlessness.”
“I’m not even doing anything.”
“You know what… I spent seven grand to save your ass, you should listen to me more.”
Chim chuckles. “Oh, you don’t know?” He asks Buck.
“Eddie had to spend seven grand on that piece of junk car you drove home when you got kidnapped in New Mexico.”
“What?! Why the hell would you pay seven thousand dollars for that? Was that guy scamming you?”
“Eddie was bargaining with him for seven hundred and Eddie heard sirens and got shifty, the guy clocked that Eddie was on the run from the police so he said seven grand or nothing.”
“And you paid it?!” Buck squeaks.
“Had to come save your ass, didn’t I?” Eddie grumbles.
“And you complained about people spending eight grand on me for the charity gala,” he teases.
“At least they got a date out of it!” He snaps. “And I know you put out on the first date.”
Buck blushes a bright red. “Eddie!” He squawks.
Eddie smirks. “Am I wrong?”
“You saying you wanna take me on a date, Eddie?”
“No, I’m saying I paid seven grand for your ass, I should at least get a free dinner.”
“I feed you all the time!”
“And what about the other part?”
Eddie looks at him with a glint in his eyes and Chim chokes, rushing out of the loft. He does not wanna be here for the next bit, but fina-fucking-lly.
“You want me to put out?”
