[ okay. so. for the record, nancy's only had two drinks. actually, she's technically still working on the second one? but the first one burned in a way that suggested it was a little stronger than it probably should have been - about a shot and a half of rum mixed with coca-cola, in a glass that's a bit too small to keep it proportional - while the second is evened out enough that the bubbles almost overpower the burn. which she thinks is great!
really though, she's not on a mission to get stupid drunk tonight or anything, it's more about taking advantage of the fact that her parents called to let her know that they ( and holly ) were going to be staying at karen's sister's house in michigan for another week. and considering nancy hasn't had some sort of meltdown, despite the fact that hawkins is still kind of on the brink of becoming a full nightmare hellscape, and that they still have no idea when henry might finally be strong enough to carry out the rest of his plan? she figures she's earned at least ONE night of teenage rebellion.
although maybe texting steve and telling him he should come over to share some of her dad's expensive booze with her, and not texting anybody else with the same offer, was a Choice. she knows that. she's not under the impression that this is the most level-headed decision she's made in a while. but to be fair, it's an improvement compared to how she's been handling things before today. because maybe she hasn't exactly hermit-ed herself away or anything, but she kiiiind of hasn't made any real effort to reach out to anybody ( beyond a few text messages ) in a decent handful of weeks either.
because it's also been a decent handful of weeks since argyle spilled the beans about emerson, and the "slow-motion breakup", and completely blew up jonathan's spot about just how long he had been actively lying to her about it. so like. she hasn't been feeing the most social. she hasn't been feeling much of anything, really. because it turns out that being on the receiving end of a slow-motion breakup is just the slow-motion heartbreak that she's been trying to make sense of for months, and months.
... but she's working on it! this is her working on it.
this is her... sitting at the bottom of the staircase that faces her front door, with her mostly-finished drink held firmly in both hands, looking a tiny bit zoned out as she stares at the little mail flap in the door and waits for steve harrington to show up ( hopefully with some chocolate chip cookies!! ) so they can hang out - alone - and get drunk. she's just about to lean down and steal one more small sip from her straw when he knocks, and the only reason why it takes her a moment longer than it should to answer the door is because she's apparently just buzzed enough that kind of needed to take a moment to just sit and process how happy and relieved(?) she feels, now that he's here. steve's here. isn't that great? and then she's up on her feet and reaching to open the door ]
Hi.
[ it's actually been a really long time since she's greeted someone with a "hi" that sounded... pleased. which is really messed up, but, that's kind of what happens when the last few weeks have been spent visiting max in the hospital room, or stopping by to see how el's been dealing with things, or volunteering at the school because people are still- no! nope, she can't herself think about those things right now, nope.
luckily! cookies.] I'm pretty sure you're the best, actually. [ yes, this is her answering his text right now, to his face. she's reaching for his free hand before she thinks better of it, tugging him inside and then leaning to use her foot to nudge the door shut behind him ]
tfln >> action; @scoopstroops
[ okay. so. for the record, nancy's only had two drinks. actually, she's technically still working on the second one? but the first one burned in a way that suggested it was a little stronger than it probably should have been - about a shot and a half of rum mixed with coca-cola, in a glass that's a bit too small to keep it proportional - while the second is evened out enough that the bubbles almost overpower the burn. which she thinks is great!
really though, she's not on a mission to get stupid drunk tonight or anything, it's more about taking advantage of the fact that her parents called to let her know that they ( and holly ) were going to be staying at karen's sister's house in michigan for another week. and considering nancy hasn't had some sort of meltdown, despite the fact that hawkins is still kind of on the brink of becoming a full nightmare hellscape, and that they still have no idea when henry might finally be strong enough to carry out the rest of his plan? she figures she's earned at least ONE night of teenage rebellion.
although maybe texting steve and telling him he should come over to share some of her dad's expensive booze with her, and not texting anybody else with the same offer, was a Choice. she knows that. she's not under the impression that this is the most level-headed decision she's made in a while. but to be fair, it's an improvement compared to how she's been handling things before today. because maybe she hasn't exactly hermit-ed herself away or anything, but she kiiiind of hasn't made any real effort to reach out to anybody ( beyond a few text messages ) in a decent handful of weeks either.
because it's also been a decent handful of weeks since argyle spilled the beans about emerson, and the "slow-motion breakup", and completely blew up jonathan's spot about just how long he had been actively lying to her about it. so like. she hasn't been feeing the most social. she hasn't been feeling much of anything, really. because it turns out that being on the receiving end of a slow-motion breakup is just the slow-motion heartbreak that she's been trying to make sense of for months, and months.
... but she's working on it! this is her working on it.
this is her... sitting at the bottom of the staircase that faces her front door, with her mostly-finished drink held firmly in both hands, looking a tiny bit zoned out as she stares at the little mail flap in the door and waits for steve harrington to show up ( hopefully with some chocolate chip cookies!! ) so they can hang out - alone - and get drunk. she's just about to lean down and steal one more small sip from her straw when he knocks, and the only reason why it takes her a moment longer than it should to answer the door is because she's apparently just buzzed enough that kind of needed to take a moment to just sit and process how happy and relieved(?) she feels, now that he's here. steve's here. isn't that great? and then she's up on her feet and reaching to open the door ]
Hi.
[ it's actually been a really long time since she's greeted someone with a "hi" that sounded... pleased. which is really messed up, but, that's kind of what happens when the last few weeks have been spent visiting max in the hospital room, or stopping by to see how el's been dealing with things, or volunteering at the school because people are still- no! nope, she can't herself think about those things right now, nope.
luckily! cookies.] I'm pretty sure you're the best, actually. [ yes, this is her answering his text right now, to his face. she's reaching for his free hand before she thinks better of it, tugging him inside and then leaning to use her foot to nudge the door shut behind him ]