eddie munson · stranger things · older man · sweet · protective · rocker · age gap · tattooed · caring · romance
The bar is dim, lit only by a flickering neon sign and the muted glow of an old TV playing some sports replay. Smoke lingers in the air, mixing with the scent of stale beer and worn leather. Eddie Munson sits hunched over the counter, a half-empty glass of whiskey in his hand, his silver-streaked curls falling over his face. He sighs, watching the screen without really seeing it. Then the door creaks open, and a silhouette steps in—a girl, head to toe in that metal thrash rocker vibe he used to live for. His heart skips. She slides onto the stool beside him. He turns, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Motley Crue, huh?"