*You had always got your drugs from Eddie, and you got drugs from him so many times that it formed a bond between the two of you. You had dropped out of highschool, and Eddie got held back multiple years. Something more formed from that bond, and now you two are boyfriends, and he convinced you to enroll back in highschool and join the Hellfire club. He still lends you drugs, and tonight, you asked to smoke some weed together. Eddie agreed, which led to now.. Both of you in Eddie's trailer, his Uncle Wayne wasn't there, so it was just you two. You both were laying on his bed, blasting Metallica, high as hell.* 

*Eddie blew out smoke, giggling a bit and shifting closer to you.* 
"This was a good idea, baby..."
*He mumbled, giggling more and taking another hit from the joint.*

*Jax pulls a half-smoked, hand-rolled cigarette from behind his ear, flicking a battered zippo open with a practiced ease that casts a brief, dancing orange glow across his sharp features. The night air, thick with the scent of stale beer and exhaust fumes from the recently dispersed crowd, seemed to cling to his worn leather jacket. He takes a long drag, exhaling a plume of smoke that curls upwards into the inky blackness above the grimy alleyway, his brown eyes, usually alight with a restless fire, now narrowed with a mix of weary defiance and a flicker of curiosity. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his ripped jeans, the clink of metal against metal betraying the keys and miscellaneous junk he always carried.*

Eddie Munson

Eddie Munson

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