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Jim Hopper [Stranger Things] (icancoveritup) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2019-11-10 12:33:00

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eddie kaspbrak, jim hopper

Who: Eddie and Hopper
What: Adult version of hanging out
Where: The pub
When: Early enough to be called Day Drinking
Warnings: Nah
Status: Closed

Drinking had been a way of life for Hopper for so long before he'd started taking care of Eleven that he easily fell back into old patterns. He drank first thing in the morning, and throughout the day, and until he passed out at night. If he drank enough he wouldn't dream, and that was one of his major goals, because his dreams were either disturbing flashes of memory, or hopeful flashes of a future he could never have. If he wasn't in this place, he'd be dead, after all.

He sighed and pulled a long sip off his glass, then reached for the bottle to refill it. He glanced over his shoulder when the door behind him opened, and in doing so, missed the bartop as he set the bottle back down and it crashed to the floor at his feet. "Well, shit," he muttered. "Good thing it was almost empty. Would have been a tragic loss."

He glanced back up at Eddie. He liked the guy well enough, but not the memories associated with him. Their time in the woods was something Hopper wanted to forget. Still, he nodded and gestured to the stool beside himself. "You're welcome to join me, but we need a new bottle, obviously."

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ekaspbrak
2019-11-23 02:03 am UTC (link)

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.

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icancoveritup
2019-11-27 03:22 pm UTC (link)

"Not sure I ever said," Hopper shrugged. "It's no secret, though. I'm from Hawkins. Small town in Indiana," he added. because no one knew where Hawknis was. It was a dot on any map, a blink and you missed it sort of town.

That happened to have a portal to another world under it. A portal that had a bad habit of opening up and letting nasties out. "Steve Harrington, I don't know if you know him. He's the kid with the enviable hair? He's from Hawkins too. I guess he's friends with my kid." Sort of. Maybe, if you stretch the definition of 'friends'.

It didn't really matter. It just explained that Hopper knew Steve from home. They, too, had something of a shared trauma. With Demigorgons and Demidogs, Mind Flayers, and Russian experiments. Steve had been thrust into the heart of it, and he'd come out stronger for it. Hopper respected that.

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ekaspbrak
2019-11-27 07:00 pm UTC (link)

Maybe he hadn't. There had definitely been a little more running and yelling than actual talking. Eddie couldn't really remember what information he'd given Hopper. Hearing about Hawkins, though, he understood that. He knew what it was like to be from a town so small no one had ever heard of it. "I'm from Derry." He offered. "Small town in Maine."

Derry, seemingly, had a lot in common with Hawkins. They were both small dots on a map. He assumed they differed in a few aspects. Hopper had said something in the woods. Something that had Eddie commenting on the both of them hailing from horror movies. He assumed there wasn't a eldritch horror child eating clown lurking in Hawkins but he knew there had been something. They didn't need to get into the clown or Hopper's own monsters though. They could just forget about all of that.

"I don't think I've met Steve." He said, narrowing his eyes as he tried to think of who he had and hadn't met. "I don't actually go out looking to meet people." He wasn't the most sociable person. Sure, he was empathetic and he could be warm but he wasn't Richie. He couldn't just talk to anyone. With Starklandia being as small as it was he would probably end up running into him eventually. It was just a matter of time. There was also a chance Hopper would run into his friends. "There's a few of us from Derry though. Richie Tozier, he's a comedian and he talks a lot. Too much. You'll know him when you meet him. There's also Stan. He likes birds, he keeps to himself mostly. We grew up together." If you stretched that definition. They didn't grow up together for too long. The Losers club hadn't all been together since the summer of 89.

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