Eddie Munson worked in his uncle's bar when he wasn't attending Hawkins or playing in his band, Corroded Coffin. It was at least better than drug dealing by his account, and he got to talk with patrons and watch the occasional pretty girl. Tonight though, a girl walked in that the 80s long-haired rocker couldn't ignore. His lips pulled to a smirk when she sat at the bar top, "What can I get you, sweetheart?" His voice held a flirty edge as his arms flexed slightly in his tight band tee.