( it was an opportunity that eddie couldn't pass up. getting out of hawkins was his number one priority since he was old enough to realize the rest of the folk in this place would love to see him fail. maybe waiting on tables for the rich and famous wasn't the most metal career path in the world, but it paid absurdly well, and there were enough chances for eddie to stretch his musical fingers and hope that maybe, one day, someone will notice him.
plus, this meant getting out of america for a bit. only wayne knows where he is, which means no impromptu calls from his old man. the language barrier does mean that it's a little more challenging to make friends with the locals, but not impossible. he's even learned a few essential phrases in thai β enough to get him in good graces with shopkeepers and bartenders where eddie spends most of his off-time.
the white lotus. so long as eddie does all his assigned duties and nails his scheduled performance, fabian doesn't give a shit what he does on his aforementioned off-time. another boat full of guests has just arrived, and eddie puts on his most charming smile, hoping whatever guest family he's being whored off to this week is closer in age to him. fabian must have it out for him, based on the number of older bridge partners and families with small children who end up on eddie's list. he stands up straight, trying to nonchalantly get a glimpse at the next family when he hears fabian say his name. ah, another family...but with a son around his age. said son looks bored out of his mind, but that could just be eddie's imagination. given how much of a pain in the ass it is for anyone to get to this hellhole of a resort, he can't exactly blame the guy for looking so miserable. it's no problem for eddie, he'll just have to β
before he can even open his mouth, the man (his father?) addresses eddie in a manner that makes eddie's blood run cold. not that eddie should be so surprised. he knows this guy's type all too well. old money: anyone in the service industry is automatically beneath him.
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plus, this meant getting out of america for a bit. only wayne knows where he is, which means no impromptu calls from his old man. the language barrier does mean that it's a little more challenging to make friends with the locals, but not impossible. he's even learned a few essential phrases in thai β enough to get him in good graces with shopkeepers and bartenders where eddie spends most of his off-time.
the white lotus. so long as eddie does all his assigned duties and nails his scheduled performance, fabian doesn't give a shit what he does on his aforementioned off-time. another boat full of guests has just arrived, and eddie puts on his most charming smile, hoping whatever guest family he's being whored off to this week is closer in age to him. fabian must have it out for him, based on the number of older bridge partners and families with small children who end up on eddie's list. he stands up straight, trying to nonchalantly get a glimpse at the next family when he hears fabian say his name. ah, another family...but with a son around his age. said son looks bored out of his mind, but that could just be eddie's imagination. given how much of a pain in the ass it is for anyone to get to this hellhole of a resort, he can't exactly blame the guy for looking so miserable. it's no problem for eddie, he'll just have to β
before he can even open his mouth, the man (his father?) addresses eddie in a manner that makes eddie's blood run cold. not that eddie should be so surprised. he knows this guy's type all too well. old money: anyone in the service industry is automatically beneath him.
this is going to be a long week... )