It was creepy, and cold. There was only a light breeze, but it rattled through the metal structure and knocked on the roof from time to time. Abandoned stacks of rusting metal stood in neat rows, with small paths leading through. Toward the back, the basement door had been boarded up along with what must have been a loading hatch. They stayed well away from this, not liking the black that showed through the boards and seemed to waft up from the hole.

"Great choice." Paulie remarked, gladly taking a blanket off Rosie to share with the other three. She threw the smaller one around Eddie and huddled close. It wasn't so cold here, among the stacks. They'd lit a fire in an old barrel and managed to get it blazing.

"Old Robinson said he'd shoot us if we used his barn again, remember?" Garret sneered back.

"It'll do." Eddie was struggling to roll. Rosie wondered if his fingers were numb. Her gloves wouldn't fit him, but she had forced him to at least wear her scarf.

"You got it?" She offered, about to take them off and help.

"I got it, I got it." He twisted stubbornly away. The resulting blunt was misshapen, but it would do. "Ladies first?"

"I don't like the start."

Eddie took the first few puffs instead, passing to her and blowing a tiny cloud into her face. Rosie spluttered and batted him away. It was better than the stuff they had given the kids, but not as good as what he smoked with Uncle Wayne, she noticed. They took their time with it, leaning back to watch the flames. Eddies arm curled around her and she rested on his shoulder.

"Where's Sarah?" He asked Garret.

"Off with her friends." Replied Garret. "She's not really interested in…"

"Fun." Paulie interjected.

"Shut your mouth."

"Am I wrong?"

"She has other things to do."

"I have things to do." Rosie said.

Garret flushed. "That's not what I meant."

"It's what you said." Paulie riled.

"Well it's not -"

"Quiet!" Warren, unfortunate enough to sit between them, shoved their heads in opposite directions.

"This is why Sarah doesn't come." Eddie whispered into her ear. She tittered. "Run, while you can."

Rosie shook her head, only allowing him a small peck on the lips. His friends were right across from them.

Flames swam in and out of focus. Slender columns of smoke curled up to the ceiling, carrying embers and ashes out through a broken skylight. She looked beyond, where a larger section of panels had fallen in, and white specs swirled in the moonlight.

"I think it's starting to snow."

"Shit." Eddie mumbled up. He had stretched out on the steel beam, head in her lap. Rosie played absently with his hair. "Gonna be freezing in the trailer."

"You could stay over."

"I'd rather freeze to death than have breakfast with Claudia."

"We can eat in my room."

"Your girlfriend is asking you to stay the night. Dingus." Added Paulie.

"She wants you to hold her." Garret jeered.

"I mean…we can keep each other warm."

A trio of ooohs. Eddie turned crimson. "Stop it! Don't you join them!"

"Ok. Go back to your freezing trailer if you want."

"I didn't say that. Anyway -" He patted her cheek clumsily. "You haven't said anything."

"About what?"

"The gig!"

"Oh yeahhh."

"You asked started asking her that about half an hour ago."

"We've all forgotten."

"What was the question?"

"Are you going?"

"Where is it?"

"Indianapolis!"

"I meant the bar!"

"What does it matter! Chroma-something."

"Monochrome?"

"That's it." Garret confirmed.

Even through her haze, Rosie remembered. They'd turned her away during her job hunt. Twice.

"I don't know if I can get the time off."

"Try." Eddie squeezed her cheeks. "Pleeeease."

"I'll try."

He waved his arms excitedly, giggling suddenly. Then pointed at Warren. "You can bring Carlos."

His friend raised an eyebrow. "Who the fuck is Carlos."

"Guy I work with. Who has a boyfriend."

Eddie gaped up. "You said -"

"I didn't know then."

"Sorry, Warren."

He caught Rosie's eye. "Mexican dude?"

"Yeah."

"Scar on his eyebrow?"

"Oh, you've seen him."

"In the store once or twice. He's not my type."

Rosie didn't know if he meant to catch the way he looked at Eddie, by the way he met her gaze and turned away, she assumed not. She smiled.

The temperature was dropping steadily, and they sobered a bit with it. The boys dumped the contents of the barrel and, despite Rosie's protests, stamped the remaining flames out. As they were making their way outside, Warren caught up to her, and she let go of Eddie to talk with him.

"Look. I just wanted to clear up about…what I said."

"What?"

"I just wanted to say that there's nothing between me and Eddie."

She nodded. "I know."

"Not that I'd even want that."

"Warren, it's fine."

"I mean that!" He leaned in closer. "I mean: Eddie's cute, but he's my friend. I'm not interested that way."

Rosie wasn't convinced. "But he's your type?"

"Right."

"Wait. You're doing these gigs. There are a million guys like Eddie at those bars."

"Yeah but it's not like I can just walk up to them."

Her heart went to him. Poor Warren. Stuck in some backwater in Indiana, hiding. Not that Boston had been much better. "I'll look with you."

He blinked. "You will?"

"Sure. And I'm sure there'll be someone interested."

To her surprise, he hugged her. "Thank you."

"What was that about?" Eddie was waiting by the door, and watched Warren trot up to Garret's van.

"Just asking if I knew anyone else."

"You know loads of people."

Rosie gave him a look over the hood of her car. "For him."

"Well, you could have included that part." Eddie settled into the passenger seat, blowing on his hands. "Didn't know he was looking."

"Did you ask?"

"No."

She prayed as she turned the key. It chugged a few times, but came to life. "Then how were you supposed to know?"

"He could -"

"No, Eddie. It's not that easy for him."

"Yeah. I guess. Hawkins."

Rosie recalled the longing in Warren's eyes.

He's not my type.

She really doubted he would have told Eddie at all.