[ It wasn't even a good party, that's the worst part about it. He'd only gone because Cindy had stopped by Family Video a few nights ago and practically begged him to show up. And what the hell, he used to like parties, right? This wouldn't be any different.
Except he wasn't the Steve who liked partying and mindlessly drinking anymore, and a small part of him actually didn't hate that fact. Later, he'll wish the rest of him had listened and ignored any and all urges he had to try and fit in by showing off.
He's already regretting it, of course. The cinnamon is . . . they're not going to talk about it, okay. And his attempts to get Robin to bail him out backfire spectacularly — Nancy, seriously? Wheeler and Buckley weren't even close on his contacts list, what the hell. Was the entire night conspiring against him or something?
By the time Nancy appears in the kitchen — where did she even come from, shit — he stares up at her blankly and lets out a soft groan. ]
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Except he wasn't the Steve who liked partying and mindlessly drinking anymore, and a small part of him actually didn't hate that fact. Later, he'll wish the rest of him had listened and ignored any and all urges he had to try and fit in by showing off.
He's already regretting it, of course. The cinnamon is . . . they're not going to talk about it, okay. And his attempts to get Robin to bail him out backfire spectacularly — Nancy, seriously? Wheeler and Buckley weren't even close on his contacts list, what the hell. Was the entire night conspiring against him or something?
By the time Nancy appears in the kitchen — where did she even come from, shit — he stares up at her blankly and lets out a soft groan. ]
— I told you I'd text— Robin.
[ Which he did. Seventeen times already. ]