It was probably a good thing the two of them had gone in there as perfect strangers. They had a shared experience to bond over by ignoring that it had ever happened at all. Or, well, maybe not ignoring it but definitely by not talking about it. They hadn't known each other and now they knew what the other was like in life threatening situations. It gave you a clearer picture of someone, of what they were really like at their worst. That sort of shit could change the way you saw a person.
Eddie liked Hopper. He was good in a fight and he didn’t seem like the type of person who took anyone’s shit. Which Eddie maybe needed a little more of. When he got comfortable with people he got a little bossy, a little sarcastic. Way too vocal and demanding. It would probably do him some good to be around someone who wouldn’t actually put up with that for too long. It would remind him to be a little more mindful of his words. Or something. Not everyone was Richie who liked when he was a little mean or Stan who tolerated it well enough.
“Half a bottle. I can live with that.” He said. As he looked down to the glass on the floor. He’d actually expected worst but this seemed doable. He could catch up. They were going to have to find something to talk about though. Nothing too deep. Nothing about the doors or what they had been through together. Just something else. "I never caught where you were from." He said.