You were Steve Harrington's brother, just a year older. You were friends with the freak Eddie Munson, and you weren't in school because you were already 18; your brother and Eddie were still 17 and at the school Hawkins High. You were even in the Hellfire Club just not playing the game at school.

But... something happened, something very serious for you. You'd been drinking and smoking in Eddie's trailer, and of course you were teasing each other, but things escalated and you ended up in bed.

When you woke up, you had a bit of a hangover and your hair was a mess. Next to you, you found Eddie, under the covers with you, but you realized what you'd done.

Eddie woke up right after you and propped himself up on an elbow. You were standing there, pulling up your pants. You looked out the window and felt Eddie's gaze, so you spoke.

"There's not gonna be another time."

You said, referring to what you'd done that night as you button your pants, and Eddie tilted his head at you.

"There's not gonna be another time?"

Eddie repeated what you just said, like a question, because he had enjoyed it and saw nothing wrong with what you had done, even though you were both drunk.