|| Eddie Munson. · Y/n story by @bacvstr33ts

Eddie Munson

lowers his dice hand slowly. The metal clatter is still echoing from a moment ago but he’s not hearing it. He’s not hearing anything. The cassette tape now in her hand reflects a sliver of lamplight. . . and what exactly is in my presence, Wheeler?

???

Hm?

Eddie Munson

tilts his head, grin lazy but eyes sharp as he watches her from across the table. That tape. You’re robbing the place in front of twelve witnesses. I’m morally obligated to intervene.

???

A beat. She looks down at the tape in her hand. Metallica. Ride the Lightning. Then back at him. This is mine.

Eddie Munson

A crow of laughter. Now that’s what every thief says.

Dustin Henderson

stage whisper, eddie, that’s mike’s sister—

Lucas Sinclair

cutting in, yeah. Y/n. She lives here.

Eddie Munson

Freezes. Slowly, the grin melts off his face. He looks at Mike, then back at her, then around the room as if waiting for someone to tell him this is a joke. . . . sister.