[ eddie weighs this claim very seriously, narrowing his eyes a little near the edges and tilting his head slowly one way and then the other, going far enough to rest his chin on his shoulder at one point. while julie's still standing, eddie looks up at her, watches her idly as she finishes off her joint, hand on her hip like she's queen of this shitty little office. she might as well be, as far as eddie is concerned. but also, it kind of reminds him of steve in a weird way.

the hand on the hip thing, not the - smoking weed in an abandoned office thing. eddie's not sure harrington's cool enough for that, but then again, that guy is full of surprises.

as julie folds like a deflating inflatable tube man, eddie turns and shifts so he's less on his side and more on his back, his weight distributed between both of his elbows instead of just the one. he drags his knees up a little, white sneakers scraping quietly against the floor, fingers tapping slowly against the floorboards near his sides. eddie leans his head again, cheek close to his shoulder but not quite touching this time as he looks back at julie. ]

Beer's also better when it's cold, but you seem to like it warm and in a shoe, so. Whose judgement should we really be trusting here? [ his eyebrows lift, the corner of his mouth quirk. ] Hm?