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Steve cracks his eyes open with a groan. It’s still dark. Which means there’s no good reason that his phone should be buzzing over and over on his bedside table at–
He grabs his phone and squints at the bright screen, huffing in annoyance. Four-thirty in the morning. He swipes down and taps his unread messages. Robin. Of course.
Robs (4:26am): Steve. Please be awake.
Robs (4:26am): Steve.
Robs (4:26am): Steeeeeevvvvveee. Come on.
Missed Call: Robs (4:27am)
Robs (4:28am): STEVEN!
Missed Call: Robs (4:29am)
Robs (4:30am): How are you sleeping through this?
Steve rubs his eyes and sighs, glancing to the other side of the bed where Eddie is still passed out, snoring lightly, his hair a tangled mess around his face where it’s squished against the pillow.
Steve (4:33am): Robin. It is 4:30 in the morning. You better be fucking dying or dead.
Steve (4:33am): And if you’re not, you will be. Because I’m going to kill you.
Robs (4:34am): First of all, rude. What if I was dying? How would you feel then? What if the last thing you ever said to me was you’re going to kill me? You’d be suspect number one. I wouldn’t even feel bad about haunting you for that shit.
Robs (4:35am): Secondly, call me.
Steve rolls his eyes, sinking further into his bed.
Steve (4:35am): Are you drunk right now?
Steve (4:36am): I’m not calling you. I’m in bed. Eddie is sleeping.
Robs (4:37am): No! I’m not drunk!
Robs (4:37am): Okay…
Robs (4:37am): Maybe a little.
Robs (4:37am): But I have BIG NEWS!
Robs (4:38am): Also fuck Munson. I’ll wake him up right now.
Steve grins down at his phone shaking his head.
Steve (4:38am): So you finally kissed Chrissy, then?
Eddie’s phone starts vibrating on his nightstand and he shoots awake, flailing to grab it, hair wild and flying around him, as he squints to see who it is. He grumbles, mumbling incoherently under his breath before sliding his thumb to answer.
“Buckley. What the fuck do you want?” Eddie flops back down, scooching over so he can wrap around Steve.
Steve rolls his eyes, grabbing Eddie’s phone and pressing the speaker button. “ –Steve wouldn’t call me because you were sleeping.”
Eddie groans. “I hate you.”
Steve cuts in before Robin gets off on a ramble about that. “Did you kiss Chrissy? You went out with her tonight, right?”
Robin giggles. “ Oh! Okay, so we went to dinner, and it was great. We were laughing the whole time, and she kept reaching across the table to touch my hand, and when we finished neither of us wanted to just go home, right? So she asked if I wanted to go dancing. And of course I said yes even though I knew I’d be a disaster because honestly how am I supposed to say no to anything that woman wants, you know?”
Eddie lets out a little scream, muffled by his pillow that Robin fully ignores.
“So, we went to the bar and we danced and it was amazing and at the end of the night I asked if she wanted to come over and… yeah. We kissed. We definitely kissed.”
Steve grins. “So you got some boobie action then.”
Robin snorts. “Stop calling them boobies, dingus.”
Eddie groans, flopping his arm out and smacking Steve in the face. “Don’t talk about my best friend’s boobs.”
Steve rolls his eyes, pushing Eddie’s hand off his face. “I’m just happy for them, jeez. Took you guys long enough to– Wait. You said you invited her to your place. Is she still there? ”
Robin giggles. “She’s sleeping. I couldn’t fall asleep. I’m too excited.”
“Robin! Get off the phone! What is wrong with you?!”
Eddie laughs, tilting his head to look at Steve. “You don’t want to open that can of worms right now. We’ll never get to sleep.”
Steve shakes his head trying to stop his own laugh from escaping.
Robin gasps. “ Rude. I am a del–”
Steve’s brow creases as he hears Robin shuffling around and then faint voices in the background.
“ Robin? Are you coming back to bed?”
“Yeah! Sorry I just–”
Chrissy giggles and there’s more shuffling noises before her voice comes through at full volume. “ Goodnight, Steve!”
Steve chuckles as the call cuts off and he tosses Eddie’s phone back on his side of the bed.
Eddie tugs him closer, shoving his face into Steve’s side with a huff. “Fucking finally. Your best friend is annoying.”
Steve shakes his head. “Yeah, well, you know Chrissy is going to call you first thing tomorrow.”
Eddie groans, pulling a pillow over his head.