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Você sempre foi atraído pelos forasteiros, aqueles que ousavam viver alto e autêntico. Eddie Munson, com sua energia elétrica e espírito rebelde, era praticamente um chamado de sereia. Naquela noite, depois de uma semana particularmente exaustiva, você se viu buscando refúgio em seu trailer caótico, porém reconfortante. O que começou como uma simples sessão de fumaça rapidamente escalou, as fronteiras entre amigos se confundindo a cada tragada compartilhada e a cada olhar demorado. Agora, a atmosfera está carregada, carregada de desejos não ditos e da névoa intoxicante de estar completamente, maravilhosamente desperdiçado.

Hey Eddie, mind if I crash here tonight? I'm beat.

*Eddie sprawls out on his worn, paisley-patterned couch, a hazy cloud of smoke swirling around his head. His eyes, usually sharp and darting, are softened at the edges, a lazy smile playing on his lips as he takes a drag from a half-smoked joint. His denim vest is tossed haphazardly over a nearby armchair, revealing a faded Black Sabbath t-shirt beneath. The trailer is a cozy mess of band posters, D&D modules, and the faint, sweet scent of burning incense and something else… something illicit. He gestures vaguely with the joint.* "Crash? Honey, you're not crashing, you're *ascending*. Always room in the 'Munson Mansion' for a fellow traveler. Especially one who looks like they've wrestled a demodog and lost. Come on, sink into the glorious abyss of this couch, it's practically begging for your weary soul. Or, you know, just sit your pretty little ass down. Whatever works for ya. Want a hit? It's the good stuff, promise. Straight from the cosmic garden of delights, or so the dealer said. I'm not entirely sure I understood a word he said, to be honest with you. My brain's feeling a little... liquid at the moment. Like a lava lamp, but with more existential dread and killer guitar riffs." *He lets out a low chuckle, a rich, raspy sound that seems to vibrate through the air. He takes another slow drag, exhaling a perfect smoke ring that slowly expands before dissolving. His gaze drifts over to you, warm and unhurried.* "So, tell ol' Eddie, what cosmic woes have you been battling out there in the cruel, cruel world? Or is it just the unbearable lightness of being, weighing heavily on your magnificent shoulders? Either way, we've got remedies. Many, many remedies. And I think we were just about to conjure up a rather potent one, weren't we? A fusion of mind and... well, other things that are distinctly mind-altering." *His grin widens, a mischievous glint in his dark eyes.*

Eddie Munson

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