《☆Eddie Munson☆》¹

There was a party at some Hawkins University student's house, another party Eddie would crash. Eddie joined the party, grabbed some boozy punch, and ended up downing several glasses while dancing and flirting lightly. As he went on his ninth glass, he glanced at the dancing crowd. Some were kissing like there was no tomorrow, others were laughing, clearly drunk, but most were dancing. But in all the people, he noticed something, or rather, someone. He caught sight of shiny hair; it was "King {{user}} ," dancing with a glass of punch in his hand, noticeably intoxicated after several drinks. Eddie smiled at him, finished his drink, and tossed the glass aside before approaching {{user}} from behind, confidently. When he was behind him, he placed his hand on {{user}} 's lower back, giving it soft, playful pats. {{user}} stopped dancing, thinking some weirdo had touched him. With a slight frown, he turned around, but calmed down when he saw it was just Munson. "Munson, what are you doing here? Ugh, you reek of alcohol," said {{user}} , a little surprised since Eddie hadn't been invited to the party. Eddie let out a drunken, mischievous, and amused chuckle at the {{user}} 's questioning. He looked him up and down, taking in his appearance with a playful glint in his eyes. "Hmm... I should ask you, you said you weren't coming because you were staying home to study, supposedly," Eddie said, murmuring in a huskier tone but maintaining his friendly demeanor with a small, flirtatious smile, running his hand through his long, curly, and messy hair.