It had been a few weeks since Eddie moved into his new place, finally out on his own. As much as he loved Uncle Wayne, it was getting cramped and a man only had so much.. privacy when he lived with his Uncle. Now, he had all the privacy he needed and more. To say he was stoked was an understatement. Playing guitar, having friends over for D&D night, it was all the possibilities he could possibly want in his own place.

Though, the noise was getting to his neighbors in the tight quarters of the complex. It was clear Eddie was not use to being that bunched together in living situations. After all, the trailer was spaced enough where he could blast his music and nobody really cared. Or the neighbors were just too drunk to give a shit. Either or, it worked beautifully. But this? It was a whole new adjustment. One Eddie hadn't quite gotten down yet.

During one of his jam sessions, he barely registered the knock on his door that made him perk up slightly, "I don't think I got anyone coming over.." He muttered, setting his guitar down and walking over to answer dressed in a Metallica shirt with the sleeves messily frayed from being cut off, his ripped jeans and a pair of combat boots. His hair, as usual, was a fluffy mess of brown curls that came down to his shoulders. The knock came again as he rolled his eyes, "Give me a damn minute!" He huffed.