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[ He's not offended by it. If anything, it makes him smile a bit more. Sure, being a chauffeur was demeaning, but deep down he knows he'd do anything for those kids — especially Dustin. And it meant he'd know they were safe and not getting chased by some fleshy abomination on their bikes or something, so that was a bonus.
His smile fades as the subject shifts to his parents, and Steve shakes his head slowly. ]
Hell no. All they know is I was caught up in the cover-up story at Starcourt, which— [ at that, he gestures at his face. ] — they bought? Somehow? But that's it. They don't even know about the lab or anything.
His smile fades as the subject shifts to his parents, and Steve shakes his head slowly. ]
Hell no. All they know is I was caught up in the cover-up story at Starcourt, which— [ at that, he gestures at his face. ] — they bought? Somehow? But that's it. They don't even know about the lab or anything.
That's probably a good thing. My mom actually indirectly convinced me to chase after this, to figure out what the hell was going on. She obviously had no idea people were being brainwashed to sacrifice themselves to this- giant- monster trying to take over the world, but she told me not to give up on it.I like to think maybe she'd be proud of me, if she knew the truth, but it wouldn't stop her from grounding me for the rest of my life. So it's definitely for the best.
[ she's giving steve yet another look, a fond sort of thing hidden beneath the.. something. ]
To be fair, you do have a penchant for getting in trouble. Including the face-hurting kind. Maybe they just think you got into another fight.
[ she's giving steve yet another look, a fond sort of thing hidden beneath the.. something. ]
To be fair, you do have a penchant for getting in trouble. Including the face-hurting kind. Maybe they just think you got into another fight.
[ As she relays the story about her mother to him, Steve actually smiles a little bit, chuckling softly. ]
Yeah, seriously. Your mom is one hell of a multitasker sometimes, so she'd do both while reaming Mike a new one.
[ He lifts a hand to scrub at his face lightly. The bruising had finally faded, and his face wasn't nearly as sensitive as it had been before, all the residual puffiness gone. It had looked worse than it was, honestly, but he'd seen the concern on everyone's faces — including his parents, in their own way. The fact that they were still in town for weeks on end was a signal on its own. ]
Only when I hang out with you guys.
Yeah, seriously. Your mom is one hell of a multitasker sometimes, so she'd do both while reaming Mike a new one.
[ He lifts a hand to scrub at his face lightly. The bruising had finally faded, and his face wasn't nearly as sensitive as it had been before, all the residual puffiness gone. It had looked worse than it was, honestly, but he'd seen the concern on everyone's faces — including his parents, in their own way. The fact that they were still in town for weeks on end was a signal on its own. ]
Only when I hang out with you guys.
[ let it be known that nancy wheeler is very aware that she should have taken the day off from school. the whole week, technically, but her rut seems to be at its worst today, enough that it's almost impossible to concentrate. not just for her, but the people who are unfortunate enough to be near her for any extended period of time. she must be giving off pheromones or- or whatever, she's still learning about all of this. it's not super common, this- this thing she's dealing with, at least not in hawkins, so it's been nearly impossible trying to navigate it all, especially when her body brutally betrays her like this. she just wants to get through the day! but luckily she's only been distracted by her own inner bullshit, and not the scent of somebody else.
well, up until lunch.
it hits her like a gut-punch as soon as she steps outside, like when she steps into a room right after her mother spritzed some kind of flowery perfume, and she stalls in her steps for a moment to try and recover gracefully from it. she tries, anyway, but she obviously looks startled enough that people felt the need to laugh. shit. shit. since jonathan moved in the fall, she doesn't really have anyone to eat lunch with her, so she usually just ends up alone on the bleachers, but right now her feet are carrying her towards that scent. away from the bleachers. away from anything, mostly, she's realizing as her mind insists she heads towards the back of the gym, to that stupid alleyway where literally nothing good ever happens. she'd be running if she wasn't mortified by the fact that she wants to be running. what the hell-
there's usually no cars back here except for the old janitor's pick-up truck, but after a moment she recognizes the dark blue car that's still running, driver-side door open. she forces herself to stop in her tracks, hand reaching out to brace against the brick wall to her right. no, no, no- ]
No, no, no- [ the scent is stronger now, too strong, and it's entirely because her brain just connected the dots, the scent to a person, and her stomach turns even as her pupils blow wide with need. she hasn't even actually seen him yet, because maybe he's trying to resist this the same as her, but she knows he has to be here. that he must be in heat, that he must have been drawn here to the school the same way she was drawn out to this back parking lot. there's a part of her that wants to beg, a please, get away from me, but her alpha tendencies are going pretty apeshit at this point, so all she really manages is a growl, quiet and focused.
she needs to wake up, shake this off.
god she needs to fuck somebody like, three days ago. she doesn't really sound like herself when she speaks up again ]
Where are you? Stop hiding from me.
[ NO WHAT WHO GIVES A SHIT??? ( she gives a shit ) ]
well, up until lunch.
it hits her like a gut-punch as soon as she steps outside, like when she steps into a room right after her mother spritzed some kind of flowery perfume, and she stalls in her steps for a moment to try and recover gracefully from it. she tries, anyway, but she obviously looks startled enough that people felt the need to laugh. shit. shit. since jonathan moved in the fall, she doesn't really have anyone to eat lunch with her, so she usually just ends up alone on the bleachers, but right now her feet are carrying her towards that scent. away from the bleachers. away from anything, mostly, she's realizing as her mind insists she heads towards the back of the gym, to that stupid alleyway where literally nothing good ever happens. she'd be running if she wasn't mortified by the fact that she wants to be running. what the hell-
there's usually no cars back here except for the old janitor's pick-up truck, but after a moment she recognizes the dark blue car that's still running, driver-side door open. she forces herself to stop in her tracks, hand reaching out to brace against the brick wall to her right. no, no, no- ]
No, no, no- [ the scent is stronger now, too strong, and it's entirely because her brain just connected the dots, the scent to a person, and her stomach turns even as her pupils blow wide with need. she hasn't even actually seen him yet, because maybe he's trying to resist this the same as her, but she knows he has to be here. that he must be in heat, that he must have been drawn here to the school the same way she was drawn out to this back parking lot. there's a part of her that wants to beg, a please, get away from me, but her alpha tendencies are going pretty apeshit at this point, so all she really manages is a growl, quiet and focused.
she needs to wake up, shake this off.
god she needs to fuck somebody like, three days ago. she doesn't really sound like herself when she speaks up again ]
Where are you? Stop hiding from me.
[ NO WHAT WHO GIVES A SHIT??? ( she gives a shit ) ]
Edited 2019-08-13 20:30 (UTC)
[ the decision to get the fuck away from hawkins high school is made the moment billy pulls into the parking lot, barking at max to get the fuck out through gritted teeth. it's a decision far more difficult to put into practice, eventually cutting the engine and chain smoking through the rest of his cigarettes while he should be in first period, a rare enough occurrence even without the sensation he's trying to ignore at the base of his spine, urgent and hot and obnoxiously needy.
he can smell her even when he rolls the window of his camaro up, punching the door with the side of his fist, agitated. it's an impulse that's been easier to deal with since moving across the country — billy only vaguely parses that it's something to do with hormones and proximity and if there's one good thing about hawkins, it's how much more sparse this feeling is here, how infrequently it overpowers his senses to the degree it is now.
an hour passes before he can bring himself to reverse and get the fuck out of the parking lot but he doesn't get far, sweating underneath the cheap thrifted leather of his jacket even though it's far from hot out. refuge comes behind the school building but he still needs to get out of his car to stretch his legs, to distract himself from the agonizing strain of his cock against already too-tight denim, relief impossible to manage on his own when being so close to that fucking smell forces him to wait, yearning and dreading in equal measure.
then — fuck. whatever cover came from distance is destroyed the moment nancy wheeler steps outside and he slams a fist against the hood of his car, stomach going tight. he can feel her coming closer and relief, want starts eating away at how self conscious he is, how fucking humiliating this is, desire tripping every possibility of evading this into needing it to happen.
billy doesn't make it far from his car, back pressed against one side of an infrequently used storage shed, all bulky phys ed equipment inside, breathing hard through his nose when he can finally hear her, that quiet growl and the heat in her words that should be ridiculous, something easily mocked. but it makes his knees go weak and if he had the ability to laugh at himself, now would be the time. because of course it's nancy wheeler. ]
Or what? [ it's an inane question, almost entirely posturing, but it's still some pretense at control, pushing himself forward with an ease that comes close to making him shudder. there's no room for anger when he's like this, he's not even thinking clearly enough to recognize that he isn't angry in the slightest, temper subdued or stable under the weight of how badly he needs her right now.
whatever stubborn part of him that thinks he should keep trying to walk away from this is wholly suffocated when he looks at her, walking toward her without hesitation — she's finally fucking here. ]
he can smell her even when he rolls the window of his camaro up, punching the door with the side of his fist, agitated. it's an impulse that's been easier to deal with since moving across the country — billy only vaguely parses that it's something to do with hormones and proximity and if there's one good thing about hawkins, it's how much more sparse this feeling is here, how infrequently it overpowers his senses to the degree it is now.
an hour passes before he can bring himself to reverse and get the fuck out of the parking lot but he doesn't get far, sweating underneath the cheap thrifted leather of his jacket even though it's far from hot out. refuge comes behind the school building but he still needs to get out of his car to stretch his legs, to distract himself from the agonizing strain of his cock against already too-tight denim, relief impossible to manage on his own when being so close to that fucking smell forces him to wait, yearning and dreading in equal measure.
then — fuck. whatever cover came from distance is destroyed the moment nancy wheeler steps outside and he slams a fist against the hood of his car, stomach going tight. he can feel her coming closer and relief, want starts eating away at how self conscious he is, how fucking humiliating this is, desire tripping every possibility of evading this into needing it to happen.
billy doesn't make it far from his car, back pressed against one side of an infrequently used storage shed, all bulky phys ed equipment inside, breathing hard through his nose when he can finally hear her, that quiet growl and the heat in her words that should be ridiculous, something easily mocked. but it makes his knees go weak and if he had the ability to laugh at himself, now would be the time. because of course it's nancy wheeler. ]
Or what? [ it's an inane question, almost entirely posturing, but it's still some pretense at control, pushing himself forward with an ease that comes close to making him shudder. there's no room for anger when he's like this, he's not even thinking clearly enough to recognize that he isn't angry in the slightest, temper subdued or stable under the weight of how badly he needs her right now.
whatever stubborn part of him that thinks he should keep trying to walk away from this is wholly suffocated when he looks at her, walking toward her without hesitation — she's finally fucking here. ]
[ it's fine, nancy will be yelling into a pillow about her behavior later on today, or tonight, or tomorrow, who knows, because sometimes her rut can last as much as a full day no matter how much sex she has. jonathan, before he moved away, could barely keep up. maybe billy can. she hopes she can. god, she hates this. and she definitely hates how she's already a little bit drunk on the fact that he's walking right towards her, because she said to. she almost stays right there and waits for him to get to her, but she meets him at those last few steps, hand moving to grip in the front of his shirt before steering him back into the wall.
it's a wonder she has enough self control to look him over first, the concentration all there in her expression. like she can't stop thinking, can't stop being nancy drew, looking for all the clues, even while her brain short circuits trying to wrap around how good he smells.
which is still so weird to her. scent. knowing she has one coming off of her, too, which is the only reason why he's here.
she leans in like she might kiss him, lips parted just a breath away from his, but she ends up squeezing her eyes shut, forcing herself to focus. which is a good thing, that she can even do that. it means she's not totally lost to it yet. ]
We can't do this here. [ she says, even as her knee finds it's way between his just so she can feel how hard he is against her thigh. wow, she's going to ruin him. she wonders if his cock is already leaking for her. ] You're going to pick a motel and drive me there. [ it takes her a moment, but then she's pulling away, adjusting the strap of her back over her shoulder and heading to his car, trying to ignore the physical pull of keeping him close as she walks away ]
it's a wonder she has enough self control to look him over first, the concentration all there in her expression. like she can't stop thinking, can't stop being nancy drew, looking for all the clues, even while her brain short circuits trying to wrap around how good he smells.
which is still so weird to her. scent. knowing she has one coming off of her, too, which is the only reason why he's here.
she leans in like she might kiss him, lips parted just a breath away from his, but she ends up squeezing her eyes shut, forcing herself to focus. which is a good thing, that she can even do that. it means she's not totally lost to it yet. ]
We can't do this here. [ she says, even as her knee finds it's way between his just so she can feel how hard he is against her thigh. wow, she's going to ruin him. she wonders if his cock is already leaking for her. ] You're going to pick a motel and drive me there. [ it takes her a moment, but then she's pulling away, adjusting the strap of her back over her shoulder and heading to his car, trying to ignore the physical pull of keeping him close as she walks away ]
[ how did they even get there? what happened an hour ago-- or even five minutes ago? he has no clue, honestly, and he's not even paying particular attention to the background, to the room. he just knows that his mouth is on hers, and his body is pinning hers against the wall.
who she is isn't even really that important. his hands press against her hips, fingers pulling firmly against her shirt, to start to lift it up. the instinct to do so is automatic, propelled by instinct, and the feeling that they'd had some sort of conversation leading up to this.
he wasn't about to pause and ask her who she was, or make sure he'd introduced himself.
instead, he presses his advantage, tongue running along her lips. he feels like he's done this a million times before, but he can't quite place how or why. just that he knows what to do in this case-- with her. A pleasant sense of deja vu, when his motor is already running on hot.]
who she is isn't even really that important. his hands press against her hips, fingers pulling firmly against her shirt, to start to lift it up. the instinct to do so is automatic, propelled by instinct, and the feeling that they'd had some sort of conversation leading up to this.
he wasn't about to pause and ask her who she was, or make sure he'd introduced himself.
instead, he presses his advantage, tongue running along her lips. he feels like he's done this a million times before, but he can't quite place how or why. just that he knows what to do in this case-- with her. A pleasant sense of deja vu, when his motor is already running on hot.]
[ nancy's lifting her arms so he can tug her shirt off in one smooth motion, and she doesn't even question it. she briefly recognizes that she doesn't recognize the man in front of her, and that the way he's kissing her isn't familiar, but it doesn't seem to matter. the only thing that really matters is that he's keeping her on her toes, making it hard to keep up, and there's a certain thrill to that. she shifts against the wall, like maybe she plans on trying to change their positions, but his grip on her is hard enough to make her whine, in a totally undignified way that makes it obvious she likes it.
the bed is close, and she really doesn't know how she knows that, but she presses against him like she wants to peel herself from the wall and push him that way, even if she's not sure how she'll manage it. or if he'll let her ( isn't that thrilling? ). ]
Come on.
[ her impatience makes her laugh, squirming again in his grip because she wants to move away from the wall but she also wants to stay pinned to the wall and it's hard to make up her mind so she'll just whine and let him decide instead ]
the bed is close, and she really doesn't know how she knows that, but she presses against him like she wants to peel herself from the wall and push him that way, even if she's not sure how she'll manage it. or if he'll let her ( isn't that thrilling? ). ]
Come on.
[ her impatience makes her laugh, squirming again in his grip because she wants to move away from the wall but she also wants to stay pinned to the wall and it's hard to make up her mind so she'll just whine and let him decide instead ]
[ If anyone had told her she'd be a: friends with Steve "The Hair" Harrington, or b: studying over at Nancy Wheeler's house, she would never have believed them. And it's not even that she needs to study. Neither of them do, really... but it was a nice excuse to hang out with her (since when did she even want an excuse for that?)...
But there was a certain pull Robin felt to her- one that wasn't fair at all. She hates how distracted she gets by the small things: the faces Nancy makes when she's concentrating, the way her hair moves, her eyes, her eyelashes...
The pout of her lip.
She taps her pencil on her paper a few times, pretending she's thinking harder than she really is, before she clears her throat and announces, with some exasperation: ]
Do we really need to study?
But there was a certain pull Robin felt to her- one that wasn't fair at all. She hates how distracted she gets by the small things: the faces Nancy makes when she's concentrating, the way her hair moves, her eyes, her eyelashes...
The pout of her lip.
She taps her pencil on her paper a few times, pretending she's thinking harder than she really is, before she clears her throat and announces, with some exasperation: ]
Do we really need to study?
[ nancy's not exactly sure when this became her new normal either. a lot's changed since jonathan moved away, since they... broke up? yeah, they broke up. grew apart. it had only been a few months since jonathan left, so was there really even time for them to grow apart? whatever. the details don't matter. what matters is that nancy's getting used to life now - having mike in high school with her, being a senior. trying to figure out if she can even afford to think about going to college out of state when it seems like hawkins is being threatened by a new monster at least once a year. y'know. teenager things.
but another change, one that's not so bad or even bad at all, is that she's found a study buddy and friend(? are they friends? ) in robin.
it's actually kind of refreshing, having someone around that has similar priorities as her. mostly. they agree that school and their GPAs are important, at least.
so when robin asks if they really need to study, she just gives her a look ]
We might not need to, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't. Mr. C loves to throw curveball questions on his tests, you know that.
but another change, one that's not so bad or even bad at all, is that she's found a study buddy and friend(? are they friends? ) in robin.
it's actually kind of refreshing, having someone around that has similar priorities as her. mostly. they agree that school and their GPAs are important, at least.
so when robin asks if they really need to study, she just gives her a look ]
We might not need to, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't. Mr. C loves to throw curveball questions on his tests, you know that.
[ That look.
It was really kind of endearing- a sort of look only Nancy could get away with and Robin would find it charming. Is this what Steve saw in her all that time? She shouldn't even be thinking about how cute she is when she's serious like this. ]
Yes, but we've been at this for over an hour.
[ Switching from her 'we don't need to study' train of thought to a more sensible one: ]
We deserve a break. Don't you think? We don't want to totally burn out on information and then not remember anything for the test, right?
[ No, she does't know where she's going with this. She doesn't even know why she keeps glancing at Nancy's lips, or why she scoots closer to her by a few inches. ]
Right?
[ Repeating the question, she pouts her lower lip out at Nancy.]
It was really kind of endearing- a sort of look only Nancy could get away with and Robin would find it charming. Is this what Steve saw in her all that time? She shouldn't even be thinking about how cute she is when she's serious like this. ]
Yes, but we've been at this for over an hour.
[ Switching from her 'we don't need to study' train of thought to a more sensible one: ]
We deserve a break. Don't you think? We don't want to totally burn out on information and then not remember anything for the test, right?
[ No, she does't know where she's going with this. She doesn't even know why she keeps glancing at Nancy's lips, or why she scoots closer to her by a few inches. ]
Right?
[ Repeating the question, she pouts her lower lip out at Nancy.]
[ from here ]
Of course. Among other things, but their hair choices were at the forefront of it all.
Have you ever criticized someone, and they react so badly that you just can't help yourself from adding to it? I almost felt bad, but he was being such an asshole about it I couldn't stop.
Of course. Among other things, but their hair choices were at the forefront of it all.
Have you ever criticized someone, and they react so badly that you just can't help yourself from adding to it? I almost felt bad, but he was being such an asshole about it I couldn't stop.
oh, sweetie. of course. only without the almost feeling bad part
some people just bring verbal evisceration on themselves. if anything it's merciful to let them have it, there's a fraction of a chance they'll learn from it
i'm just sad to have missed it. i bet it was a hell of a show
some people just bring verbal evisceration on themselves. if anything it's merciful to let them have it, there's a fraction of a chance they'll learn from it
i'm just sad to have missed it. i bet it was a hell of a show
[ from here ]
I know. You always go a little wild when I say your name a certain way, too.
If only I didn't get so sensitive after, I feel like you would just keep going...
But I've also thought about what it would be like to let you keep going, too.
And I guess maybe I'm a sap too, because I like figuring out what it takes to get your voice to crack around the edges like it does when you really need to come.
I know. You always go a little wild when I say your name a certain way, too.
If only I didn't get so sensitive after, I feel like you would just keep going...
But I've also thought about what it would be like to let you keep going, too.
And I guess maybe I'm a sap too, because I like figuring out what it takes to get your voice to crack around the edges like it does when you really need to come.
it's definitely the way you say it. it always makes me feel all tingly, like it's a special way you only talk around me.
damn i'm getting sappy again.
oh, i would keep going. i'd keep my mouth right where it is until you were a shaking, panting mess.
i'd get to know your clit better than you know it, just give me a chance.
ohhh
so that's why you slow it down when i'm right at the edge and make me beg you to make me come?
or am i just imagining that? i get a little hazy when you're down there licking me to the point where i'm seeing stars.
damn i'm getting sappy again.
oh, i would keep going. i'd keep my mouth right where it is until you were a shaking, panting mess.
i'd get to know your clit better than you know it, just give me a chance.
ohhh
so that's why you slow it down when i'm right at the edge and make me beg you to make me come?
or am i just imagining that? i get a little hazy when you're down there licking me to the point where i'm seeing stars.
I'm okay with sappy.
... I'm also very okay with giving you that chance.
Wow.
Yes, please.
Mhmm. Now that I know what it looks like and feels like when you're about to come, it's pretty impossible to not play with that a little bit.
Hazy always looks really good on you.
And I really like knowing how to get you there.
... I'm also very okay with giving you that chance.
Wow.
Yes, please.
Mhmm. Now that I know what it looks like and feels like when you're about to come, it's pretty impossible to not play with that a little bit.
Hazy always looks really good on you.
And I really like knowing how to get you there.
[ from here ]
Well good, because I happen to really like the way things are in this version of reality. Although alternate universe me would totally appreciate your support.
Wait.
You think those sounds I make for you
are adorable?
[ this just in! nancy wheeler is still fully capable of feeling wildly insecure over literally nothing, within seconds! ]
I secretly really liked it when you told me that you think my laugh is adorable, but my
my sex noises?? And the way I move when you're..?
That's actually so embarrassing??
Please tell me that's not the only word that comes to mind...
Well good, because I happen to really like the way things are in this version of reality. Although alternate universe me would totally appreciate your support.
Wait.
You think those sounds I make for you
are adorable?
[ this just in! nancy wheeler is still fully capable of feeling wildly insecure over literally nothing, within seconds! ]
I secretly really liked it when you told me that you think my laugh is adorable, but my
my sex noises?? And the way I move when you're..?
That's actually so embarrassing??
Please tell me that's not the only word that comes to mind...
Edited 2022-06-18 07:32 (UTC)
i happen to really like the way things are in this version of reality also
just fyi
( turns out that Peter is also capable of getting instantly nervous about something without warning, so, it's fine. totally fair really! did he just ruin sexting??? oh no. oh no!!! )
it's not the only word that comes to mind! definitely!
actually
okay actually it is the only word that comes to mind
you... mewl. like a cat? it's adorable. that's the first word that comes to mind. adorable, and my mind melts because after you make it i know you feel good and that drives me crazy i love it when i know you feel good
then i don't remember what words are anymore so adorable really is it
in the heat of the moment anyway
at a distance i can provide hot, sexy, endearing, uhhhhhhhh
brain breaking
please tell me one of these words is helping because adorable is good it's really really good
just fyi
( turns out that Peter is also capable of getting instantly nervous about something without warning, so, it's fine. totally fair really! did he just ruin sexting??? oh no. oh no!!! )
it's not the only word that comes to mind! definitely!
actually
okay actually it is the only word that comes to mind
you... mewl. like a cat? it's adorable. that's the first word that comes to mind. adorable, and my mind melts because after you make it i know you feel good and that drives me crazy i love it when i know you feel good
then i don't remember what words are anymore so adorable really is it
in the heat of the moment anyway
at a distance i can provide hot, sexy, endearing, uhhhhhhhh
brain breaking
please tell me one of these words is helping because adorable is good it's really really good
[ because.... like a cat, but in a good way. not in a bad way. and like, if they were having this conversation, it would actually somehow be easier for her not to go into that mini tailspin, because she'd be able to see the look on his face and hear his voice and be able to actually ignore all that self-conscious shenanigans that bubbles up. but, as it is, it takes her a little bit to pull herself together.
hot, sexy, endearing, and ( uhhh ) brain breaking. and adorable. okay. ]
Okay, okay, I believe you! I do.
I think I can learn to be okay with adorable in this context.
But only because it's you.
And because it's actually kinda hot that you pay that much attention to the adorable sounds I make when you're going down on me.
I really like the sounds you make for me, too. Although I can't think of any that I would classify as "adorable", now that I'm thinking about it.
hot, sexy, endearing, and ( uhhh ) brain breaking. and adorable. okay. ]
Okay, okay, I believe you! I do.
I think I can learn to be okay with adorable in this context.
But only because it's you.
And because it's actually kinda hot that you pay that much attention to the adorable sounds I make when you're going down on me.
I really like the sounds you make for me, too. Although I can't think of any that I would classify as "adorable", now that I'm thinking about it.
Having a good time at one party doesn't make me a "party girl", Hargrove.
And that really wasn't my crowd, either. They just
happened to be throwing a party when I happened to be looking for one.
[ "having a good time", "showing up to a party hosted by a classmate that absolutely did not know her name ( which was fair, because she didn't know the hostess' name either ), but didn't seem to care that she was there, or that she spent most of her short time there helping herself to whatever booze was readily available"... same thing. she's also already decided she'll absolutely be downplaying everything about said party, including what she may or may not have done while she was there. yep. ]
And that really wasn't my crowd, either. They just
happened to be throwing a party when I happened to be looking for one.
[ "having a good time", "showing up to a party hosted by a classmate that absolutely did not know her name ( which was fair, because she didn't know the hostess' name either ), but didn't seem to care that she was there, or that she spent most of her short time there helping herself to whatever booze was readily available"... same thing. she's also already decided she'll absolutely be downplaying everything about said party, including what she may or may not have done while she was there. yep. ]
i think that was a little more than a good time
( you can downplay it all you want, nancy, but it's his rightful duty to remind you of every little detail you might have forgotten. including all of those little noises he's sure harrington and byers have never heard in their lifetime, let alone from her. )
it's not really about the crowd is it? everyone's going there for the same thing
the alcohol, being able to not give a shit for a night
seems to me like you had a lot of things you wanted to forget
i won't lie, i'm impressed you weren't stumbling after one drink
( you can downplay it all you want, nancy, but it's his rightful duty to remind you of every little detail you might have forgotten. including all of those little noises he's sure harrington and byers have never heard in their lifetime, let alone from her. )
it's not really about the crowd is it? everyone's going there for the same thing
the alcohol, being able to not give a shit for a night
seems to me like you had a lot of things you wanted to forget
i won't lie, i'm impressed you weren't stumbling after one drink
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