for @polemical - clandestine tavern meetings or something like it

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Chris had left a carefully folded character sheet slipped into Eddie's locker, something he'd had to do quickly on the way past between classes. He hadn't put his name on it, though that was more out of concern of someone else finding it than anything, since he was reasonably sure she'd know it was from him.

The thing was, the character was technically good, in that all the technical aspects were balanced and correct, if a little hastily scribbled. All of it was hastily scribbled, really, as he'd been filling it out under the guise of taking notes during a church fellowship outing to one of the parishes out in Indianapolis. The character backstory made it painfully obvious that Chris had only rarely -if ever- been encouraged to use his imagination for anything.

Milo Overhill, a halfling bard who had formerly been a noble, but had been disowned for reasons unknown, and who had a habit of settling arguments via headbutting contests. Chris wasn't entirely sure that part fit, but the book had suggested an interesting quirk, and he hadn't been able to think of anything except what he himself had been banned from Sunday nursery lessons for when he was younger.

Really the best part of the character sheet -aside from those technical parts being correct- was the sketch in the frame, looking a little bit like a children's book illustration of Johnny Appleseed, but beardless and with a much fancier mustache.

There was no note to go with it, but as it was Friday afternoon, he had track practice and wouldn't be that difficult to find.

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He'd been about to wave off the offer when she rescinded it herself and he just laughed, shrugging and leaning back on his hands at the question, "They say write what you know, right?"

Another, somewhat more exaggerated shrug, "When I was like, three or four I got asked not to come back to Sunday nursery school until I could 'control myself' and 'react appropriately to disagreements', mom actually had to write a formal apology to a couple of the other moms. Mrs. Carver was one of them, actually. I apparently clocked him a good one, but he bit me first, so it was only fair."

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She keeps giving him a slightly baffled look; she can't help it. They've never had English together, but she's never gotten the impression that Chris is much of a writer. He's not nearly enough of a nerd to pull it off, and how the fuck would he know about headbutting?

"They do say that," she agrees, one brow lifting beneath her messy bangs as Chris shrugs again and continues to explain.

The snort she lets out when she learns about his brawling history couldn't possibly be contained, and she's just lucky that she didn't have a lungful of smoke or she'd be choking in a highly embarrassing manner. She's supposed to be a consummate professional when it comes to this shit.

"Good for you, sunshine," she murmurs, holding out a hand for a low-five. "Did Carver have to apologize to you too?"

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He couldn't help but laugh softly at her reaction, though he did reach over to slap her five, shaking his head at the question that followed, "Nah, wasn't a serial problem for him like headbutting was for me. At least, I don't think so." Another rolling shrug, leaning back on his hands again, "I was maybe four, I don't really remember."

His brow creased then, blinking over at her, "Wait, do you remember stuff that happened when you were four? Is this just something I have a problem with but everyone else can actually do it?"

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There's a split-second where Eddie's tempted to dart her hand away, but Chris is a jock and definitely faster than her, and also, she likes it when he touches her. Which sounds creepy even in her head, so she tries not to think about it, and then she's so busy not thinking about it that he's already slapped his palm against hers.

She shakes her head at him, chewing on her lower lip for a moment before giving a shrug of her own, not nearly as nonchalant as the one he gave her.

"I don't remember most of my childhood at all," she admits. "Bits and pieces, but most of it's blank."

The books she's read all say that's a by-product of abuse, so. That's fucking depressing as hell and not something she wants to get into with the boy she has a crush on while they sit bathed in warm afternoon sunshine.

"I'd definitely remember giving Carver a good what-for, though. So. Makes sense you do too."

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He probably would have caught her fingers at least if she'd darted her hand away, but he was weirdly pleased that she didn't. Not that he knew she'd had the urge to, of course.

He did relax a little at the response, nodding, because his only remembering certain events of anything before about age ten was just the way things worked for everyone, and just that moment of doubt had been enough to rattle him more than he'd expected it to.

"I guess he just brings that out in people." He replied, smile inching into place again, "But, that's not what we're talking about right now, right? Headbutting aside, is that a character that will work?" A little head-shake, "Maybe not right away, still have to figure out how to get myself the extra time without flat-out lying, because I'm uh, not good at that."

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Eddie could sense Chris settling beside her, like he'd been tense about something before she replied, and she pointedly stopped herself from thinking any more deeply into that. Her childhood was a complete shit show, the kind of thing you see on TV. It's a miracle she didn't descend into drugs — well, more so than she has already — or something worse. Chris thankfully didn't have to deal with that, but she knows enough about his mom to know that his life isn't all sunshine and rainbows, either. If his childhood was bad enough to affect him the same way hers did...

Nope. Not thinking about it.

She knocks her knee against his, shifting out of her sprawl temporarily to get close before sinking back into place.

"Trust me, I've worked with less." Leaning away from him to ash her cigarette, she gives him a curious look from underneath her bangs. "You're seriously interested? Like, you're not just humoring me because I'm a giant fucking nerd and this is all I talk about?"

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He laughed, soft and warm, shaking his head, "It might be a little bit because you're a giant nerd and it's all you talk about, but it's because you make it sound interesting, and fun." He shrugged, "And it would be something new."

More than that it would be something he'd decided to do for himself, not something he'd picked from someone else's ideas of what he should be doing with his time, but he didn't fully realize that himself, and wouldn't have had the language to explain it even if he did realize.

A little head-shake followed, "And look, I know it'll probably take some time to convince the rest of them that I'm actually interested, I get that. I know I'll be working uphill for a little while, but I'm okay with that."

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Chris has a nice laugh. Especially when he pairs it with a shake of his head like that, a smile curling his lips that Eddie might even classify as fond.

She flaps a hand at him dismissively when he admits it'll take a while for him to get up to speed. "We're due for a one-shot soon enough," she says, then realizes he might not know what that is. "It's a, uh, short little adventure that you can usually knock out in just one session. Maybe two, if things spiral out of control." Which they tend to do when she's involved.

"Then if you hate it and never want to do it again you don't have to make yourself suffer through multiple sessions to wrap things up."

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He was still smiling, even as he shook his head again, "That would probably be good, because then nobody else has to suffer through me being there for more than a session or two." He shrugged, "I know your other friends don't like me much." It wasn't the same as the obvious dislike of Jason and the rest of the basketball team, but he knew that the fact that he was still friends with Jason put him on a lot of Eddie's friends' shit-lists.

"And hey, if it doesn't work out I'll just have to join the yearbook committee or something. At least I won't have to make excuses up for that one." His mom wouldn't encourage something like that, but she wouldn't be wholly against it the way she would be with Hellfire.

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Eddie can't help herself from leaping forward to defend Chris...to himself. "Oh, that's not true," she protests, even though she can't quite keep the conviction in her voice steady for all four words. He's not wrong. Chris himself is kind of neutral, as far as jocks go, but he's notoriously close with the blow-hards that have tried to come forward to fill the gaps left by King Steve and Billy fucking Hargrove.

"They just don't know you," she settles on, which is only partially true. Not everyone in Hellfire is a senior, but enough of them are that they've absolutely had more than one class with Chris over the course of their academic career; they know him alright.

Eddie's still convinced all it'll take is a little time together and all her friends will be friends with each other and then they'll hold hands and sing Kumbaya or whatever.

"If it doesn't work out you can tutor me or something. Surely your mom won't complain about tutoring." Well, she would if she knew who he was tutoring, but that's a detail she doesn't have to know.

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He arched a brow, but didn't argue, instead just asking: "How much revision is going to be needed before the guy is playable? Like, be honest." A pause, considering, brow creasing just a little as he did, "And how prepared should I be to make it so they'll be less cranky about me being there?"

He was willing to put in the work to make a good first impression, or, whatever number impression this was going to be, since 'first' had passed a long while back and he knew it.

A twitch of a smile followed, mellowing into an actual smile even as he replied, "And tutoring is an option, too. That's definitely less likely to be something she'll have a problem with, helping the less fortunate." It would absolutely blow up in their faces if she ever found out just who he was supposedly tutoring, but that was beside the point and unlikely to happen.

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She does him the courtesy of actually thinking about her answer before giving it, looking him over but resisting the urge to pull out the sheet from her jacket pocket. At the moment, them just sitting together is fairly innocuous, but she doesn't want to give the jocks too much ammunition. She's used to them making her life difficult, but Chris doesn't need them to hassle him for talking to her.

"Maybe a little bit," she admits. "But we can work on that together. Like I said, I've made do with a lot less. As for making them less cranky... You could bring snacks, I guess?"

Beer would probably go over better with the 'big kids,' but a large portion of her club are freshmen now, and technically none of them are of legal drinking age, not even Eddie. Plus she can't imagine Chris getting his hands on beer, not without there being a party involved.

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Chris was pretty sure there were only a couple guys on the team, maybe three or four tops, who would actually give him any trouble for it. Coach on the other hand probably would, and the news of who he was hanging out with would definitely get back to his mother, though it would at least be a day or two delayed, but even that would be too much.

He nodded at the answer, "I've usually got at least an hour while Jeremy's in the library, on the days he hasn't arranged to walk home with somebody else, I mean." A small smile emerged, "And snacks I can do." It would probably be chips, but if he made sure to clean up after himself and practiced his excuse that they were for an after-school get-together, he could probably wing a batch of cookies while he was at it. But he wasn't going to say as much since he wasn't sure he'd actually be able to manage.