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. ]
( 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
[ ... so yeah, she obviously remembers. well, she remembers the overall big picture, even if some of what happened was a blur of things. in part because she woke up with not just a mild headache, but faint bruises shaped like fingerprints on the back of her thighs, and honestly, her lips feel bruised, too. maybe not literally- or yes, literally. sometimes steve would kiss her in a way she could feel later on, but this was different somehow. maybe because steve always followed up those bruising kisses with something softer. billy... definitely didn't. ]
I usually prefer parties with a crowd of people I actually know and like, but this obviously wasn't that kind of party. I also live in Hawkins, of course there's things I'd like to forget. But it wasn't really like that anyway, it was more about that first option. Not giving a shit for a while. And you are far too easily impressed if you think me knowing my limit is noteworthy.
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here i am
not the type of crowd i'd expect you with
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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. ]
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( 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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[ ... so yeah, she obviously remembers. well, she remembers the overall big picture, even if some of what happened was a blur of things. in part because she woke up with not just a mild headache, but faint bruises shaped like fingerprints on the back of her thighs, and honestly, her lips feel bruised, too. maybe not literally- or yes, literally. sometimes steve would kiss her in a way she could feel later on, but this was different somehow. maybe because steve always followed up those bruising kisses with something softer. billy... definitely didn't. ]
I usually prefer parties with a crowd of people I actually know and like, but this obviously wasn't that kind of party.
I also live in Hawkins, of course there's things I'd like to forget. But it wasn't really like that anyway, it was more about that first option.
Not giving a shit for a while.
And you are far too easily impressed if you think me knowing my limit is noteworthy.