[ As far as Eddie's concerned, he doesn't need an explanation from Steve. He's not sure he's going to like what that explanation is. It's enough to see Steve spooked as if he had seen a ghost...or worse. And maybe he had. Hawkins was supposedly cursed, right?
It certainly felt like it sometimes. ]
Of course man, it's on the house. [ He smiles weakly as he fumbles to open his lunchbox where he keeps the pre-portioned bags, grabbing one so that they could split it right then and there.
With skilled fingers that have clearly done this time and again, he quickly grinds the marijuana into a finer texture and filled the rolling paper with it, licking a strip across the paper to secure it in place. He offers it to Steve to take the first hit, brandishing his lighter. ]
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It certainly felt like it sometimes. ]
Of course man, it's on the house. [ He smiles weakly as he fumbles to open his lunchbox where he keeps the pre-portioned bags, grabbing one so that they could split it right then and there.
With skilled fingers that have clearly done this time and again, he quickly grinds the marijuana into a finer texture and filled the rolling paper with it, licking a strip across the paper to secure it in place. He offers it to Steve to take the first hit, brandishing his lighter. ]