Thought just floating around my brain while I do dotting
Pre Vecna/no Vecna
Steve is lounging on some props in the drama room of to the side while Hellfire and his shitheads play dnd. There was some grumbling about this from the older members and Eddie but he reminded them that he’s driving them home and it’s cold out so either he leaves with them now (pointing out that it would take 4 of the players out - which are kinda needed) or he stays out the way and they play their little nerd game.
Cut to 3hrs in, the game still going. The group huddled around trying to make a plan and getting increasingly frustrated. They rattle off some numbers for the monster. Eddie grinning maniacally as they have got their stats wrong. Cue Steve saying “hey shithead, your not thinking straight, so much for genius" and rattling off the correct monster stats without thinking or even looking up from his sports mag.
Hellfire explodes.
The older teens altering between ‘shut the hell up Harrington’ and ‘that can’t be right’
Dusting screaming at a distracted Eddie ‘told you he’s badass and my friend. He listens to me………….[speech rattles on]’
Mike is shocked and glaring at Steve
Lucas and Erica are searching through the monster manual and their notes to double, triple check that it’s correct. [which it is]
Jeff finally noticing Eddie’s look, taking command of the room and ushering everybody out, offering rides to anybody who was supposed to be ferried by Steve and pinching eddies keys from his bag. Wanting to get the kids away from eddies lack of impulse control that will result in a scene not meant for their eyes or their beloved hero decking their DM.
Eddie staring with lust at Steve and not noticing anything that’s happening around him.
Steve dropping his mag in shock of what he said and staring at Eddie like a goldfish oblivious to eddie himself.
Eddie then saying something like ‘not just a pretty face then are you, big boy’
Steve’s instant defensive ‘hey, I listen to those shit heads 24/7…’ winding up for a rant against mister super senior before his brain reboots and takes in what was said, face heating up as he just stares at this obnoxious boy, with long unruly curls and cow eyes looking like he wants to bite him.
And that’s where my brain transitions into criticising my writing in the reflective commentary essay for uni and how to make my bullshit sound more plausible and remembering sources from within the module I can use to justify why I’ve written the way I’ve written as though it’s not just something that flows out that I cannot control otherwise I won’t write a single word or delete the whole lot in frustrations.
