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EDDIE DID REMEMBER WHEN RONNIE SAID SHE WANTED to get out of hawkins , even if was for just a day and eddie did understand that better than anyone. this town could get be suffocation at times and he didn’t blame her for needing a break , especially with working two jobs , but with tori in the picture it was quiet hard to plan something that was appropriate and wouldn’t end up with him getting scolded at. especially when most of his weekends were spent with band practice or with deals and parties outside of hawkins. all places tori shouldn’t be and then he came up with this stupid idea of an amusement park. it was an one and a half hour drive , but he would take it upon him in order not to only make ronnie happy , but tori as well. and they all could see something different , so he gathered all the money he could ( and maybe he had charged some of his newer clients with more money.. ) in order to make this day trip happening. of course he hadn’t told ronnie nor her sister until it was a day before. it didn’t take much for him to convince them both that it would be a fun experience , that he’d be the one making sure they were having a good time. the ride over the highway took longer than expected the next day , but it was worth it. eddie just knew it and when he saw the big eyes of tori he just knew it was truly worth it. his arm draped around ronnies shoulder as they started to walk around and he pursed his lips as a small grin perked up on the corner of his lips. „ you know. you can thank me later for this amazing idea i had. like when we’re alone. “ , he teased slightly.
RONNIE COULDN'T REMEMBER A TIME WHEN HER PARENTS had taken her and Tori anywhere. Never to the playground or the circus, never to a carnival or to the movies. She realized as she got older that her parents had been dirt poor, but their lack of care for their daughters costed nothing. So she was surprised when Eddie showed up at her house early in the morning and told her he had a surprise for her and Tori. The three of them piled into the van and were on the road before nine o'clock rolled around. The whole way there they pestered @shatterxdsouls to tell them where they were going but he wouldn't budge. It wasn't until they reached the parking lot of the state fair just outside of Indianapolis that it dawned on Ronnie what the surprise was. Neither of the girls had been to the state fair before and she was thrilled to be able to share this with her sister and Eddie. She knew it was going to be expensive; however, and she couldn't let Eddie pay for the entire day. They argued over who would buy their wrist bands for the day, and eventually Ronnie relented with the condition that she bought food and drinks throughout the day. She had money of her own but appreciated that her boyfriend wanted to treat her and Tori to a nice day.
The blue-haired girl laughed, leaning into her boyfriend as he joked about thanking him later. She cocked an eyebrow at him, nudging him in the ribs playfully as they walked a few paces behind Tori. ❝ Oh, you think you should get lucky because you decided to take us out for the day? ❞ she teased. Not that she wasn't planning on doing exactly that. Ronnie wrapped her arm around Eddie's waist as they walked, Tori stopping in the middle of the thoroughfare as she tried to decide which game she wanted to play first, or what ride she wanted to get on first. The choice was completely up to her because Ronnie knew this meant so much to her little sister. Despite Tori being a teenager now, there was a brightness to her eyes that wasn't usually there. Ronnie felt bad for all the things her sister had missed out on because of their shitty parents.
As she played a game, Ronnie turned to her boyfriend and wrapped her arms about his waist. She lifted herself onto her toes and kissed him gently. ❝ Thank you for doing this for us, ❞ she said softly. ❝ You have no idea how much it means to me. Not just bringing us here but that you're so willing to spend time with Tori. I can't begin to explain how much that makes my heart smile. ❞
- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ [Chrissy Cunningham] ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌ @tobedisastrous·
THERE WERE THINGS THAT THEY DIDNT TALK ABOUT, things that were kept close to their chests in hopes that it would never ruin what little reprieve they had together. it was easier to act like it didnt exist, sweeping it back under the rug where it belonged. she didnt ask about his bruises, he didnt ask about her relationship with food. it worked for them, for her. yet the moment that she had opened the door, seeing the blood and the barely contained tears … the illusion was broken, shattered with the brunt of reality. even as he sat on the edge of her tub in the meticulously pristine bathroom, she felt like apologizing for intruding, for peering behind the curtain of billy hargrove. “ —sorry, ” she mumbled. if it was for the pain she caused him or her own inner thoughts, she wasnt sure. her heart hurt for him, aching and clenching in her chest. billy wasnt just her escape, he was her strength. she could never be so bold or honest, so unabashedly herself like he was. and despite all the rumors, he made her feel safe. safer than she ever felt with jason or her own family. seeing him like this didnt change anything except now it felt like she had let him down. she wanted to do more than just cleaning him up. she wanted to make it better but she couldnt. her own self loathing crept back, making her feel sick. “ my parents wont be back until monday night … you should stay here, ” she said softly. one hand cradled the unmarred side of his face while the other tapped a cotton pad gently against the cut. her gaze found his and she felt like she would drown in all the emotions in those baby blues. she leaned down from where she stood in front of him, pressing a kiss to his forehead, afraid of what would come out of her mouth. she took a step back to fish out a clean bandaid. it was a little big but it would cover it at least. she turned back to him, nimble fingers opening the paper slip off the bandaid. she opened her mouth then closed it before trying again. “ you can talk to me, you know. if you want to. you dont have to tell me everything and i know i cant really help but i want to and i— ” she was rambling. blue eyes looked up from her task to meet his own. he had no idea how much he meant to her, how much he had saved her from falling deeper into her own insecurity. she was always afraid, walking a fine line with everyone because the alternative was to be alone. not with him though. in a small voice, she mumbled “ i want you to feel safe, like i feel with you. ”
THEY VERY IDEA OF REVEALING ANY OF HIS SECRETS made him want to recoil. It ignited his fight or flight instinct, and he normally chose flight when confronted with the truth. He survives on anger and self-deprecating humor, laughing to himself when he remembers all the people in his life who failed to protect him as a child; his mother, his teachers, parents of friends. Neil Hargrove didn't always hit Billy in places that could be easily hidden, and yet no one ever questioned it when he was twelve years old and showed up to class with a bruised jaw and split lip. He'd learned he could only rely on himself but the fear his father had instilled in him remained. He didn't know how to break the loop he found himself in. He wasn't even sure it was possible. There's a part of him, deep in the recesses of his mind, that's simply waiting for the day his father finally kills him. He'd welcome it because it's never something he had the courage to do on his own, no matter how many times he's thought about it. The fantasies of driving his car into a tree, or knocking back a bottle of pills and chasing it with a bottle of liquor have been many. He's always chickened out, though.
Azure hues flick up to the girl before him when she apologizes, though Billy's not sure what she's apologizing for. He only nods when she suggests he stay there for the weekend since her parents are gone. He usually gets about three days before Neil sends the cops out looking for him. He's close to turning eighteen, and yet it feels so far away. Once he's legally an adult he never has to go back. It can't come soon enough. The ache in his chest only grows when Chrissy kisses his forehead and he draws in a slow breath. He doesn't deserve her kindness, doesn't deserve her affeciton or her love. Billy has destroyed everything he's ever touched and he's sure she'll be no exception. But he's selfish and he won't leave because he craves her comfort too much.
She applied the bandage to his face and he muttered a soft 'thanks'. Then he reached for her wrist so he could bring her palm to his cheek once more. He closed his eyes, turning his face into her hand so he can kiss the lined skin. Her words touch something deep inside of him, shakes him to his core, and for a long moment he didn't reply. Billy didn't know how to respond or what to say. His emotions were all over the place, and he was still caught between the place of wanting to run and wanting to stay. ❝ I know, ❞ he said finally. ❝ This is help enough. Just you being here, patching me up and letting me stay. That's enough. ❞
Billy stood from the edge of the bathtub and slid his arms around her waist, pulling her small body against his own. He bends to nuzzle into her neck, his voice soft when he spoke. ❝ Can we just...can we not talk about it tonight? ❞ he asked. He knew it was a conversation they were going to have to have now that the proverbial cat was out of the bag. It made him sick to think that Chrissy was going to learn all the parts of him he attempted to hide from everyone around him. How would she feel about him after? Would she think less of him? Would she realize he was far too much work to be with and leave? He was prepared for all of that because it was all he'd ever known. Abandonment was something he was all too familiar with.
- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ [Jonathan Byers] ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌ @flovraelies··
Jonathan had never expected to see Steve Harrington at his doorstep after the ordeal he was unintentionally exposed to. Hell, he was positive that he’d end up never speaking to either of them again — or at least not to the freak that was corrupting Nancy. It didn’t really faze him; he and Steve were never friends, never anything more than teenagers who had passed each other in school. Jonathan at this point in his life was well aware that he had nobody else than his family. So, when he hears a repetitive knocking at the front door, the brunette expects Mormons, or even Lonnie to try and make two-faced amends. The next time he pulled that bullshit, he’d end up putting his fist to his face.
Except it wasn’t either of those options, but the person that’s bullied him relentlessly throughout the years and he purses his lips, umber hues observing the other boy. Steve talks, uncharacteristically nervous and Jonathan spares a quick, subtle glance around. Was this a prank ? What was the other boy’s ulterior motive ? Skepticism is evident across his features. ❛ … Uh… thanks ? ❜ he eventually replies, finding the appropriate words. His tongue is weighed down by lead, painfully stuck with this excruciating awkwardness. Does he invite him in for a cup of coffee? Did he scoff and slam the door in his face? To say the least, Steve Harrington was the last person he suspected to be gifting him with a camera.
❛ … Why though? We’re not… friends, and isn’t it kind of useless to buy me something that you’d just probably break again ? ❜ there’s no hostility toward him, but more of a bitter statement. The two of them lived in contrasting lives; after this… whatever this was, was over, they would only revert back to their designated roles inside of Hawkins — the King of Hawkins and the freak outcast. These two sorts of people weren’t exactly complementary to each other. ❛ Look, if Nancy forced you to get me something, I’m flattered but honestly it’s fine, you didn’t need to ❜
… Despite his mild bafflement, Jonathan does find himself amused at Steve. He holds out the camera with such timidness that it’s almost unbelievable to him. This wasn’t the boy he was used to seeing at school. If there wasn’t such a complex history behind them, Jonathan would’ve laughed. Instead, he’s just… rendered to incorregible emotions. He didn’t exactly want to owe the other boy either. Have it bite him on the ass at a later date.
THEY WAY JONATHAN IS STARING AT HIM MAKES HIM UNCOMFORTABLE. Steve shifts his weight, his hands tightening on the camera box. The nerves in his stomach are building and for several minutes he thinks Jonathan isn't going to accept the camera. Steve wouldn't blame him for it, honestly. He's extending an olive branch but the boy in front of him is by no means obligated to take it. He's really hoping Jonathan just takes the camera and that's the end of it, but of course he doesn't. He has to ask questions and Steve worries at the inside of his cheek. He's never felt so awkward in his life. Then again, he's never had to hold himself accountable for his actions. Up until recently he's been the man on top. Not anymore. Not after the shit he's seen and experienced. All the things that used to matter to him doesn't anymore.
❝ Nancy didn't ask me to do this, ❞ he says. It's so damn cold outside he's begun shivering and his hands are going numb. He holds the box out farther to the other boy, encouraging him to take it. ❝ This was my idea. I just...I feel bad that I broke your shit, okay? After all the stuff that happened I just...I guess I've done some thinking and realized what a total asshole I am. ❞ Steve doesn't have siblings so he can't truly imagine what it might feel like to have said sibling go missing. He's trying to be a more empathetic person, turn over a new leaf, and he figures this was a good place to start. He doesn't plan to admit that to Jonathan because he doesn't want him to think this is about his salvation. It's not. He genuinely feels bad about what happened between them.
Humbling himself isn't easy and the longer he stands on the Byers' porch, freezing, the less secure he begins to feel. Dark hues look down at the box in his hands and he frowns. He can't force Jonathan to take the camera but he was sort of hoping he would. Steve doesn't expect them to be friends or anything, but they can at least be cordial. After all, they're all weirdly connected now whether they like it or not. ❝ Look, you don't have to take it or anything but I am sorry for the shit I put you through. ❞ Steve moves toward the icy lawnchair on the porch and sets the camera on the seat before stuffing his freezing hands into the pockets of his coat.
❝ If you don't want the camera then...I don't know, you can sell it or something, ❞ he shrugs. ❝ It's up to you. I'll see you later. ❞ He turns on his heel and descends the stairs of the porch to return to his car.
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The reason why Will’s so drawn to his textbooks and study notes is purely to distract himself from the way his best friend is looking at him. He’s never seen him stare at him like this; quite frankly, it has him a bit concerned. Has he done something? What has he said? Will’s gaze meets his, and the taller boy is looking away, causing the brunette to do the same, the start of a flush on his subtly freckled cheeks. They’ve been studying for almost two hours, and the longer they’re sat on this bed, the more he’s being swallowed by this… tension.
The second time he’s looking at him, and their eyes meet for a second. Will has all intentions to put aside his textbook and question what the hell was up with him, but he doesn’t get that chance to. Instead, a warm hand rests on his cheek and Mike’s kissing him. It completely surprises him, leaves him bewildered momentarily. Then the realisation is settling in, and as he can feel his best friend pulling himself away, he’s quick to rest a hand on the back of his neck, reciprocating the kiss.
Will makes a soft startled startled sound against Mike’s lips when he’s pulled into his lap, eyes closing, immersing himself in this moment. This moment he’s wanted for years, and he has it, he has him. Hands move to cup his best friend’s cheeks, shifting to find comfort. In the back of his mind, he thinks vaguely about how much those notes and textbooks costed, and just how muddled those index cards were now, but it’s all but forgotten when Mike deepens the kiss and he lets his mind go blank, just focussing on the kiss he’s yearned for so long. ❛ Mike… ❜ he musters between kisses, unable to completely pull himself away from him; from something that felt as if a puzzle piece has just shifted into place. Fingers thread through dark hair, the other clutched onto the fabric of his shirt.
FOR A MOMENT HE THINKS MAYBE HE WAS TOO FORWARD. Maybe Will doesn't appreciate Mike suddenly kissing him out of nowhere, without asking his permission. Then he adjusts in his lap and he's not longer concerned that he's done something wrong. Hands cup his cheeks and he makes a soft, wanton sound as the kiss deepens. He keeps it PG-13 for now, allowing the two of them to process what's happening between them. Mike never thought this was something that might happen, but being away from Hawkins, in their own space and just the two of them...makes things different. Life on campus has opened his eyes to many things he might not have otherwise experienced in Hawkins. It's diverse and the student body is unapologetic for living their truth. It's given Mike a sense of courage to go after what he wants, which is Will.
Will is straddling his lap and his hands rest at the other boy's hips. He breaks the kiss and dark eyes look up into his best friend's. ❝ Should I...apologize for not asking permission first? ❞ His tone is light, almost joking, though the question is very serious. His hands seem to be unable to stay still. He wants to touch different parts of Will, explore him like he's never allowed himself to do before. The slip from his waist to the top of his thighs and back up again. ❝ I don't have an explanation for that, ❞ he confesses. ❝ I've just been wanting to do it for ages. ❞ Mike tilts his head up and presses another gentle kiss to Will's lips, then against the curve of his jaw, and against the side of his neck.
The brunette leans back against the wall next to his bed, bringing Will with him so he's close. He kisses the other boy's throat and down to just above the collar of his shirt. When he leans back again, his eyes are bright with desire and his heart beats rapidly in his chest. He feels that there is a fine line in the sand, and if they cross it there is no going back. Their friendship will never be the same. It's a risk they both have to be willing to make. If Will doesn't want to then he'll have to work through his feelings on his own. He's prepared to do that because not having Will in his life will be akin to ripping his own soul in half.
❝ I want everything with you, Will. I just need to know if you feel the same way so we can stop right here. We don't have to go any further and go back to how we've always been. ❞ There's a nervous tremble to his words and his stomach churns over. He feels like he's going to be sick at any moment and swallows against the bile rising in his throat. Mike's never felt this nervous for anything in his life. Not even when he and Jane had innocently dated when they were fourteen. It's different with Will because his best friend has been a permanent fixture in his life for as long as he can remember.
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While his primitive instinct to dominate and take control does quieten when his partners submit to him, Billy finds quickly that he very much enjoys when they challenge him, and Steve had no hesitation in doing just that. The blue in his eyes have all but been swallowed up by enlarged pupils, drinking in how his body squirms. The redhead knows by now that Steve only means to rile him up; his body betrays him, as well as his inebriating scent that’s signature to the beta and his arousal.
A low guttural groan surpasses him as he bites down on his neck, intoxicated to how the brunet arches into him, his weeping cock red and neglected. The sting of Steve’s nails raking down his back elicits a pleasured growl, only biting down harder, wanting desperately to mark what was his. Billy soothes the teeth marks with his tongue, tasting the sweat and copper from when he broke skin while a smirk etched onto his lips. ❛ Hurt? Sweetheart, that sounded like you were about to cum from my teeth on your neck ❜ he quips, nipping at the already irritated skin.
That triumphant feeling doesn’t last too long — Steve has him on his back and that tug of an insatiable need to seize control returns tenfold. His own cock is twitching, desperate to find relief as his own hips rock into the brunette’s ass, grunting at the minimal friction it provides. Billy’s hands gravitate to his hips, wetting his lips and his eyes are now near black, forcing Steve’s body down on his aching erection.
❛ Go ahead, bite me if you want ❜ The alpha purrs lowly, one hand moving up to grip locks of brown hair firmly, more demanding and on the rough side, tugging him forward. ❛ My skin’s all yours to mark, but just so you know. If you do, I won’t be apologising for what happens when you do ❜
IMMEDIATELY HIS CURIOSITY IS PIQUED. Steve bites down on his lower lip and cants his head to the side as if in thought. He doesn't know much about what it means to be a werewolf, beta or alpha, but it's been made explicitly clear that certain things will catch him consequences. Call him stupid but he likes to push the envelope with Billy, see just how far he can get before the alpha instinct takes over. The bite mark on his neck is already healed and he swipes at the drying blood on his skin. It did hurt but it also felt good and he's annoyed the alpha knows that. The grip on his hips is tight enough to leave bruises and he's disappointed they won't last long. He does; however, press a hand to Billy's stomach so he can stop the blonde from rutting against him.
He's about to say something but he's interrupted when Billy grabs hold of his hair and pulls him down. He gasps, the sting of his hair being pulled smarting. Dark eyes look into the cobalt blue of his lover and he shivers at how dark with lust they are. There's something primal in the way the other man looks at him, which is both exciting and intimidating. The beta nature inside of him is writhing, wanting to submit to his alpha but Steve won't allow it. Not yet. ❝ What happens if I do? ❞ he finally asks. He doesn't assume Billy is going to tell him but he posits the questions regardless.
He shakes the hand out of his hair and nips playfully at the other man's lower lip before moving down the column of his throat. His mouth is hot and wet against his lover's skin and he groans faintly as his cock brushes along the alpha's. ❝ I don't think I could let a mere human fuck me after being with you, ❞ he purrs. Not only is he afraid of his new strength and the possibility of not being in enough control, the things Billy makes him feel can't be sought elsewhere. Steve loves coming out of it bruised and exhausted, marked up and satisfied. He knows the alpha hasn't truly bitten him because if he had the mark would be permanent. ❝ If I bite you to mark you does it mean the same? Does it let other werewolves know that you belong to me as much as I belong to you? ❞
The brunette slides down the length of his body, his mouth leaving a trail of wet kisses behind. He kisses along the scars on Billy's body, his cock throbbing against his stomach. He reaches the blonde's belly and eyes flick up to him, his incisors sharp against his tongue. The normal brown of his eyes flashes bright gold instead as he allows just a little of his werewolf nature to come through. He drags his tongue along one of the scars on his alpha's torso that stops just above his hipbone. He watches Billy the entire time and when he finds the spot he wants, he bites down into the soft flesh until it breaks under his teeth. A low groan leaves him as the copper taste of the blonde's blood coats his tongue.
CHRISSY CUNNINGHAM ( @flovraelies )
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Chrissy had all intentions to watch this movie playing on the television. After all, she had invited him over; cooking him dinner, snuggling themselves into the couch as she chose a movie that Billy wanted to watch, and that she hadn’t seen before tonight. She was always looking to expand her watched film lists, as it was… incredibly low due to certain movies she was prohibited from watching. However, given that it was only them two as her parents were away for the weekend, she took advantage of this liberating experience — this slither of domesticity between them. The strawberry-blonde relaxed against Billy’s chest, curled up and her verdant hues trained on the screen.
The cheerleader was growing more and more… promiscuous, well, only for Billy. Being with the redhead was so liberating; he openly wanted her to leave her shell, to see that she was more than expectations and what others perceived her to be. Chrissy hasn’t been this content with anyone in such a long time; many would say that she was being corrupted, but how could she see it that way when Billy made her feel incredibly comfortable with him. Nobody else mattered when it was just the two of them.
The redhead shifted underneath her, possibly to get comfortable as his arms tighten around her and Chrissy is helpless to the twinge of arousal inside of her. She bites her bottom lip in thought before she slowly shifts on him, spreading her thighs enough to slowly gyrate against him. Chrissy’s breath hitches, the thin fabric of her underwear underneath her skirt rubbing against the rough denim of his jeans over his crotch. Leaning backwards, her back pressing against his chest as her lips brush against the shell of his ear. ❛ Billy… ❜ it’s a soft gasp, intending to tease, grinding against him.
It doesn’t take long before her underwear grows damp and begins transferring onto Billy’s jeans, leaving a wet patch. ❛ Please, Billy– ❜ her back arches against his chest, gripping his hand in hers as she grinds down harder with a shudder.
HE'S NEVER BEEN THE SORT TO LET OTHER'S DICTATE HIS ACTIONS. Since he's been with Chrissy, which is becoming so much more than just a bet, he's let her take control of certain things. He never pushes her for sex and waits for her to let him know she's feeling some type of way. She's so much more adventurous than he would have ever assumed and it brings to life something inside of him he can't explain. When this all came about, Billy had been sure she would be the type of girl who wanted missionary all the time because anything else was too much. Not the case at all. The blonde has had her in several ways, in several places, and her appetite for him is nearly insatiable. He is absolutely not complaining because Chrissy is someone who can clearly keep up with him.
And when they're not involved intimately, he finds he genuinely just enjoys spending time with her. He likes listening to her talk about the things she wants out of life, how she plans to achieve them, and her genuine care for those around her. She cares about him which is an entirely new feeling. He's soft around her, though not so soft that she's been able to get completely under his skin. By the time prom comes around Billy's not sure what he's going to do. He's in too deep.
The cheerleader had invited him over that night for dinner and a movie, and she'd cooked for him. Something no one had ever done before because he's never given them the chance. Relationships were complicated, messy, something he's had little desire for in the past. This little slice of domesticity between them is foreign to him to the point it's almost uncomfortable at first. Chrissy makes it easy for him to relax and just live in the moment. So when he finds himself on the couch with her, a movie playing on the television he's not really paying attention to, he feels most calm than he has in a long time. She fits against him perfectly, his arm around her waist as she leans against him. He doesn't mean to incite anything when he shifts but a moment later the strawberry blonde is in his lap, her skirt hiked up and she's grinding on his thigh.
Billy's hands immediately move to her hips as they move, bunching in the fabric of her skirt. It takes only the soft gasp of his name to spark the arousal in his belly, for his cock to start straining against his jeans. Her back is against his chest and his mouth immediately descends onto the side of her neck, kissing and sucking at her skin. ❝ Mmm...please what, sweetheart? ❞ he purrs against her ear. His hands move from her hips to her thighs beneath the material of her skirt as she arches against him. He can feel the damp spot forming on the denim of his pants and he smirks faintly. ❝ What does my girl want? ❞ He's learning how much he loves to tease her, loves to make her beg for him.
It takes some manuevering but he manages to reach into his back pocket and withdraw his wallet, which he sets on the arm of the couch next to him. Using one hand he fumbles it open and withdraws the condom he replaced just before coming over. Always best to be prepared. He sets it next to his wallet for one, as his hands continue to explore Chrissy body, slipping beneath the hem of her shirt so he can cup her breasts through the bra.
BILLY HARGROVE ( @flovraelies· )
Despite his grievances with the two women that had entered his life, Billy has always wedged himself between them and Neil’s abusive hands. In the back of his mind, he often thinks that if he was strong enough back when his mom was around, she just might have stuck around — wouldn’t have been so afraid, wouldn’t have had to walk on eggshells around the bastard. The redhead would’ve protected her at the expense of his own wellbeing, yet he wasn’t strong enough. Billy was so easily tossed around, thrown out the way as his bruised fists came down on the woman he was supposed to care for. Those memories would forever taunt him.
There’s a magnitude of reasons as to why Billy was easily aggravated by Max’s resistance toward him, but the most prominent one? If she does something that she’s not supposed to, it falls back on him. Neil’s anger isn’t directly at the smaller redhead or his wife, it’s the deadbeat son that’s grown used to every bruise and broken bone in his body. Billy resented them, because they served as a reminder that he was a stain on his father’s life. That he was unwanted by both of his parents. ❛ Turns out you do have a brain in that head of yours ❜ the male quips teasingly; there’s a bit of humor there, but its laced with melancholy.
❛ …I never wanted to be like him ❜ it’s weak, vulnerable. Honest. If there was anything that Billy was certain of, it was that he never intended to turn out as a carbon copy of Neil Hargrove. His rebellious antics, the way he dressed and styled himself, he wanted to do everything in his willpower to separate himself from his dad — to show that he was more than just… a waste of oxygen; a faggot, a pussy. Whatever derogatory remark his dad made. Billy was proving a point to anyone that was willing to indulge in it, yet over the years, corruption was inevitable. Hell, even as he mirror his father’s abusive ways, it still wasn’t enough. He’d never be enough, that was the harsh reality of it.
❛ I did all I could to separate myself from that bastard… Guess when you’ve got nobody else but yourself, you’ve got no choice but to bite back ❜ the redhead knows that if he didn’t harden up, he would’ve drove himself off a cliff; into a body of water, overdosed on a lethal mix of drugs. Anything would’ve been better than a life he’s living now. Those feelings continued, but he had… Steve. Someone who didn’t entirely loathe him. Someone that was peeling away the barriers and loving every inch.
❛ …Old habits die hard ❜ Billy simply replies, providing neither an affirmative or denying her given advice. He’s not a person easily changed; he’s been hardwired this way for years without an ounce of compassion from anyone. That’s where she and him differed, but he was starting to… not despise her optimism as much as he initially had.
MAX ISN'T SURE SHE'S EVER GOING TO TRULY UNDERSTAND. She only knows that the behavior she sees from both her stepfather and her stepbrother is frightening. There's still part of her that's angry with Billy for the way he's treated her, even though she understands it. Alas, a bigger part of her wants to find someway to help him. She just isn't sure how. She can suggest seeing a counselor but she doubts Neil will pay for it, and she isn't aware of free help for abuse victims in a small town like Hawkins. Psychology isn't exactly the most accepted form of medicine. But maybe, possibly, she can simply help him by reminding him that he doesn't deserve to be hurt by someone who is meant to love him. She can't fix all of his problems, obviously, but she can try and do as much as she can for him. She thinks about talking to Steve but she's not sure if that's crossing an invisible boundary or not. This is the first time they've truly connected and she's hesitant to break Billy's trust.
❝ What if you told another adult? What about like...Hopper? He's the sheriff so he could help you, ❞ Max suggest, her words pensive. She doesn't know Hopper well, or any of her friends' parents but surely a deputy will be able to help. There's enough evidence on Billy's body at the moment to prove he's not lying. She can vouch for him, get her mom to speak up, and get Neil out of all of their lives for good. It feels like a pipe dream. She imagines her, Billy, and Steve taking a stand against Neil with Hopper behind them. Max knows she's going to be harder on her mother when conversation arises about Neil. She's truly afraid her stepfather's abuse will spread to her and her mother.
The redhead lets her knees down, her feet settling on the skateboard just below the last step. She moves it back and forth slowly for something to focus on that's not her brother. It's difficult to see the bruises and split lip. ❝ I just...if you ever decide you want to tell someone and you want or need someone to go with you, I will. ❞ It's an offer he won't take but it's on the table regardless. Max wants him to know that she does care.
BILLY HARGROVE ( @storiesofthenight )
💌 58 . moving around while kissing , stumbling over things , pushing each other back against the wall / onto the bed. ( @flovraelies )
IT'S RARE THAT VERONICA HAS TIME TO LET LOOSE AND JUST BE ABLE TO ACT HER AGE. With her sister spending the weekend with a friend it gives her a chance to decompress. She took this particular weekend off both jobs so it coincided with Tori's weekend away so she could simply enjoy being by herself. Sometimes she felt guilty for the way she felt, though she never resented her sister. It wasn't either of their faults they'd been given a shit hand where parents were concerned. But sometimes she looks forward to not having to wake up at half past six in the morning after going to bed at three to make sure Tori was up and getting ready for school. She looks forward to not having to take her one day off during the week to meal prep and do laundry and clean all in the few hours she had. She can just be twenty years old and and live a little.
Living a little meant most of her limited free time was spent with Billy. On the nights she spent with him it was usually at his apartment since she doesn't want to put her sister in an awkward situation. This weekend; however, he was staying with her. It's been over a week since they last time they saw each other and the tension is thick from the moment he steps through the door. Ronnie plays it cool, though, because this weekend isn't just about sex. At least not for her. She's doing the exact thing she knows she shouldn't; she's starting to grow feelings for Billy. It's a terrible idea and the small voice in the back of her mind reminds her of that often. She puts all that aside for now because above all else, she wants his attention. She craves it. Ronnie hasn't felt this alive in a very long time.
She's just putting the last of the clean dishes in the strainer when she feels hands on her hips. She's barely able to grab the dish towel to dry her hands before Billy's turning her around, capturing her lips with his. A low moan leaves her and she drops the towel on the kitchen so her hands can tangle in his blonde curls. He guides her from the kitchen toward the small hallway that leads to her bedroom. They stumble over one of the chairs at the small table and she laughs into the kiss, her body pressing against his. Her back is against the wall then and she whines softly, her teeth scraping against his lower lip. She breaks the kiss and hazel eyes, dark with arousal, look up at him as her fingers begin to feverishly unbutton his shirt. Ronnie pushes it off of his shoulders before she attacks his throat with kisses. Somewhere along the way, her own shirt goes missing along with her jeans and his belt is undone. They bump into the wall again, into the doorframe, and finally they're in her room.
Ronnie presses her hands against his chest and shoves him playfully onto her bed. She crawls on top of him and straddles his waist, deft fingers continuing to undo his button and zipper. ❝ I knew you'd crack first, ❞ she teases him. The blue-haired woman pushes his jeans down past his hips but leaves his underwear for now. She kisses him roughly though her lips don't stay on his for long, moving down the column of her neck and to his chest. There's a map of scars on his skin that she's seen several times though never touched. Ronnie's always been curious about them, wanted to trace them with her fingers and her tongue. She's been hesitant to do so, unsure of what his reaction would be. Now she takes the risk and her lips trail along the first scar just beneath his rib cage. She watches him curiously, in case his body language tells her to stop. ❝ Is this okay? ❞ she asks softly, her breath warm against his skin.
BILLY HARGROVE ( @flovraelies· )
He and Ronnie had this flirtatious relationship between them; when he wanted to get away, when he didn’t want to be found by anyone that held hostility toward him — it was more often that he was finding himself here and having a couple drinks. Pretty mind for the renounced king of Hawkins, to be honest. Generally he was chugging down gallons of alcohol most weeks, black out drunk or on the verge of being so. A couple drinks did nothing for him, but to be fair, he had to inevitably drive back home at some point, despite not really wanting to. ❛ Yeah, well, you’re certainly lucky in that regard ❜ he states with a smirk, downing the remainder of the drink that he has left. Billy spares a glance over to the drunken slobs, fingers tightening around the shot glass. Any tighter and it just might shatter in his hands. Not ideal, he thinks, putting it aside.
❛ Well, I’m sure if I’m the one throwing the punches it wouldn’t be so bad ❜ and she wouldn’t be the one getting in trouble. Billy would ensure he did it outside of the grounds that was the bar. That way it had no association to her whatsoever. See? The auburn-haired male had his way around things, and it wasn’t as if he wasn’t known for doing notorious things around the town. Billy’s azure hues flick up toward the woman, a slow smirk reaching his lips. ❛ What, you don’t think I enjoy these late night conversations with you? ❜ he questions lightly. The answer was yes, he did. It served as a pleasant distraction from the dysfunctional life he lived. There was that rare occasion where his agrestal lifestyle was too overwhelming.
❛ Besides, I like the women that are hard to get ❜ he points out, leaning back ever so slightly on the barstool. Another truth; if someone was too easy, it never did much for him. In fact, it did nothing. Sure, sex was sex, he’d fuck most people, but when he has to earn it? The chase made it all worthwhile. Ronnie has crossed his mind in that way several times, and makes it wonder if he’s crossed her mind, too. ❛ And If I’m being honest here, seeing a pretty face on a weekly basis is a treat in itself ❜ he serves her a wink, playing with the empty shot glass in his hand.
❛ Hardly anyone knows me here. Guess it serves as a benefit when you want to be left alone ❜ he stares at the glass momentarily before he glances up at the blue-haired woman. ❛ Except for you, you’re good company ❜
BILLY WAS BREAKING OUT THE BIG GUNS WITH HIS CHARM AND FLIRTING TONIGHT. It made her laugh, even gave her a giddy feeling in her stomach. Once upon a time she had been more of a wild child; partying, sleeping around, drinking and using drugs. Then her father had died and she'd had to be responsible for her younger sister legally as well as emotionally. All those childish whims she'd been able to indulge in came to a screeching halt, and with that the people who wanted to actually spend time with her. She had a few good friends she could always count on, but dating when you had a fourteen year old to take care of was difficult. Not that she assumed Billy was the dating type, and she was sure if he was interested in her it was likely to get in her pants. That's fine for her because she isn't looking for commitment. She can't afford to be distracted when she has Tori to think about. Besides, Billy doesn't come across as the family type. Until Tori turns eighteen, the two of them are a packaged deal.
She pours another couple of shots and slides one toward him before leaning on her elbows on the countertop. The angle gives him a decent view of her cleavage from the low-cut crop top, which is entirely intentional. Ronnie rests her chin in her palm and grins at him. ❝ Oh, so you choose to keep returning here because you like how I look, ❞ she muses, ❝ because there aren't other bars with just as many beauitful bartenders huh? ❞ She enjoys this kind of banter with him. Truth be told, she's definitely thought about sleeping with him. If his reputation is anything to go by then she's sure Billy can rock her universe. She likes it rough, likes to be manhandled and have marks left on her. He's probably the type that likes to do that. She's fairly small in stature so the fantasy of him sweeping her off her feet and fucking her against the wall is delicious. Not that she's going to give into that raw lust just yet. She's going to make him work for it.
❝ I'm sure that I'm hardly the first woman you've said such things to, Billy Hargrove. ❞ Hazel eyes narrow on him playfully. ❝ How many broken hearts have you left in your wake? You swept into town like a tornado and I'm sure you've left plenty of wreckage behind you already. ❞ The blue-haired woman traced the rim of the shotglass with her index finger. ❝ So what would make me believe that you wouldn't devastate my whole life, hm? Don't get me wrong, you're sexy as hell but boys like you tend to break the heart of girls like me. ❞ She was teasing him, of course, but there was some truth to her words. Ronnie was a romantic deep down. One day she wanted to find that person who she'd spend the rest of her life with. She just usually made all the wrong choices where men were concerned. She blames her parents entirely for it. Her parents toxic marriage had laid the groundwork for her idea of what relationships were going to be like.
Ronnie plucks a maraschino cherry from the array of garnishes on the bar and presses it to her lips, the sweet juice of it staining them red before she bites off the stem. ❝ So tell me straight up if I'm going to be just another notch in your belt so I can make sure I don't do something stupid like fall for you. ❞
BILLY HARGROVE ( @flovraelies· )
Mornings for Billy recently have been nothing but bliss, especially since he’s opening his eyes and his gaze falls on the brunet curled against him; it’s calming, something he hasn’t felt for… hell, has he ever felt this so at peace? For once, his brain isn’t racing, isn’t dreading getting up and waiting for a stoic glare. The redhead is completely safe when he’s here. Momentarily, all he does is admire the other opposite of him. There’s an absentminded smile lingering on his lips and there’s an urge to lean over and kiss his lips, something to convey his gratitude, his compassion. Fuck, he was so far deep in with this man, he’s already accepting there’s no way out of the tendrils Steve had around him — he was perfectly fine with that.
That kiss Billy was craving is soon granted to him when the brunet gets up and returns with napkins, involuntarily chasing after his lips once he’s moved away. Yeah, he’s incredibly deep. It doesn’t take long for the auburn-haired male to devour his pasta; when food was scarce and when Billy didn’t want to be around his dad when he was home, there were plenty of nights where he went without food and therefore, he’s a quick eater, as if it would get ripped away from him. It doesn’t take him long to notice Steve’s change in his demeanor, gotten uncharacteristically quiet. It leaves him feeling nerved and unsettled. The redheads’ about to question his shift in mood before he’s speaking up.
Billy was… more or less dreading this conversation, and it’s noted in his own body language the way he tenses up at the mention of returning home. His gaze drops down to the wood of the table, processing his words that make his chest begin to ache. Billy knows he can’t stay — once Steve’s parents return, he’ll have to go. Hell, he knows Neil’s waiting for him; surprised he hasn’t called the sheriff and reported a missing persons. The redhead inhales slowly, moving to lace his fingers with his sluggishly.
❛ …You know I can’t stay, Steve. I want to, but you know Neil will no doubt report me as a missing person and then you’ll have police at your door or some shit ❜ Billy knows that’s not reassuring whatsoever, so he continues, ❛ As you said, we graduate in a few months ❜ He can handle a few months. If he can handle eighteen years of abuse, he can handle this. ❛ Then you have me. I’m not going anywhere, alright? I just… I can’t stay ❜
STEVE IS PREPARED FOR THE RESPONSE AND FOR BILLY TO TELL HIM HE CAN'T STAY. He knew it was coming but it doesn't hurt any less. He listens quietly as the blonde gives him a list of reasons as to why he can't stay. Because his father will come looking for him, because he'll send the police to retrieve him. He shakes his head and withdraws his hand from Billy's, rubbing it down his face instead. He can't stand the idea of the other man returning to his home just so he can be abused even more. There are no doubt huge consequences waiting for Billy once his father gets him home and it makes him sick to think about. He's not sure he can stand seeing him again bruised and bloody. Once was more than enough. He's also not sure he won't hunt Neil down and take him out with a baseball bat. It'd be worth the time in jail, right? He thinks so.
❝ So why can't we beat him to the punch? ❞ he asked, leaning back in the chair. ❝ We can talk to Hopper. Tell him what's going on and maybe you can get emancipated. It'd only be for a few months since you're going to be eighteen soon but who knows what can happen in that few months, Billy. ❞ He was desperate to keep the other man close so he could try and protect him. Once he was emancipated then Neil would have no legal recourse. Steve knew the courts would need more than just Billy's word, but with any luck Max would help him out by saying something. Steve didn't imagine Susan would have the luxury or that she would even say anything if she did. The blonde could live with him, not have to worry about renting a place until they were done with school and he had a steady job. They could make this work as long as they tried.
Panic is clawing at his chest because he knows Billy is stubborn and proud. He knows his lover isn't going to want to tell anyone what's really happening in his life. Steve gets that but all it takes is one time, one right hit, and he's gone. He's not trying to overreact but he worries that Neil might actually kill Billy one day, even if it's unintentional. The spaghetti he'd just eaten suddenly feels like a stone in his stomach. He feels like he might throw up and draws in a deep breath to calm himself. ❝ I just think you have more options than you realize. Just let me help you, Billy. ❞ His tone is almost pleading.
The conversation is useless and he isn't sure what else he can say to convince the other man to not go back. Steve gets up from his chair and starts to clear the table, taking the dirty dishes to the sink and turning on the faucet. He rinses them under the water and places them into the dishwasher, keeping his hands and mind busy so he doesn't break down. His throat feels tight and his eyes itch from wanting to cry. He's such an idiot.
BILLY HARGROVE ( @flovraelies· )
✉ @hellxfireclub· sent ORAL ( sender goes down on receiver )
There was nothing that Billy enjoyed doing more than proving a point, or in this case, proving someone wrong in a sensual way. Kat and him had upheld the contract for weeks now; barely touching, kissing when appropriate (he ensured to draw it out, relishing in the woman’s shudder each and every time), no sex, no frenzied behavior. Hell, he may as well have accepted a life of celibacy — but despite the late nights cumming inside of a cold shower, he was uncharacteristically patient. Why? Because ever since he discovered that her previous boyfriend had done nothing but made her fake orgasms, Billy made it his mission to want to prove himself.
And it paid off. Azure hues trailing up the disheveled figure before him from the ground; Kat had her legs propped onto his shoulders, underwear tangled by her ankles purely because that impatience was beginning to surface, and her blouse half unbuttoned, exposing the bra she wore underneath. Billy would be a fucking liar if he had said he hadn’t envision her like this, her sex exposed to him, shivering with wanton. For someone that hasn’t experienced an orgasm, he could sense she was holding him to his word. Their eyes meet, his hand gliding up her thigh as he spreads them further. ❛ I’ve been wanting to do this for months ❜ he states, his voice low and husky. The erection straining inside his jeans twitches achingly, but he ignores that.
Wetting his lips, Billy’s eyes soak in the woman’s quivering body before they reach her pelvis. Hands moving to the globes of Kat’s ass, he tugs her forward and tilts his head until he can feel the heat emitting from her pussy. Fingers dig into the flesh of her skin as he finally moves, dragging the flat of his tongue across her slick folds, groaning against her as he tastes her. Tasting just how sweet she was. Billy’s hold on her only tightens when he hears that mewl of pleasure leave her parted lips, and oh, he’s already hooked.
Like a man dying of thirst finding an oasis, the redhead moves his tongue between her folds and teases her clit, his breathing increasingly becoming laboured while he eats her out. Billy wanted to hear every noise leave those pretty lips of hers.
IT WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO COME TO THIS POINT BETWEEN THE TWO OF THEM. They had a contract, an agreement, that had very clear cut lines. But the longer they continued the blurrier those lines became, the more the tension swelled. The moment Billy learned she'd never experienced an orgasm it's been his mission to give her one. He's never been pushy with her, allowing her to move boundaries when and as far as she's comfortable with. Kat's been hesitant because she knows she feels something for him that's deeper than sexual attraction. It scares her to feel that way since she is sure Billy will break her heart. It's almost an inevitability. She's trying so hard not to let her emotions get the best of her but it's difficult. Billy is different from the person she thought she knew. He was rough around the edges, sure, but when it was just the two of them he could be thoughtful and considerate. It still takes her by surprise.
Kat didn't exactly ask for this to happen but she had made it clear by the way she kissed him, the way she placed his hands on her body, that she was ready to experience this sort of intimacy. She hopes he can put his money where his mouth is, and that he wasn't lying about his skill. It doesn't take much for the arousal to stir in the pit of her belly, for her underwear to grow damp as his mouth and hands explore her. Before she knows it, he's on his knees before her as she sits on the edge of the bed, her blouse half unbuttoned and her pants gone, underwear dangling off one ankle. She feels exposed and a little vulnerable with her legs over his shoulders but she wants this so much it fades quickly. The way he looks at her and the desire in his eyes makes her want to melt into him.
❝ Billy, ❞ she gasps as his hands grab her ass, pulling her to the edge of the bed until she's closer. She's practically trembling with the anticipation of what's to come, her cunt soaking and ready. Her breaths come in quick pants as she whines softly, impatiently. She wants him to devour her until she's screaming. Finally, his tongue is on her and she whimpers, one hand curling into the bedding beneath. Kat tangles her finger into redlocks. ❝ Oh god...Billy...❞ She loves the way his hold tightens on her, how he delves into her sex like he needs her. She needs this - needs him - more than she realized. The sounds that fall from her lips are sinful but she doesn't care. No one's ever touched her like this and it's liberating.
Kat falls back against the mattress, her back arching as he feasts on, fingers tighten in his hair as his tongue plays with her clit. She swears it's too much and not enough at the same time. Clearly she's been foolish to believe he wouldn't know what he was doing. She realizes it was projection on her part, she had wanted him to be all talk because it means she wouldn't want this again. She's lost already. Kat is going to crave this feeling from him over and over again. Dark hues watch him between her legs, her skin flushed with arousal. ❝ Oh fuck...yes yes...that feels so good. ❞ She feels like her words are gibberish but she can't help it. Her whole body is on fire.
MAX MAYFIELD ( @starskatr· )
“ still … thank you. ” two years ago , when they first stood nose to nose , eleven looked at max with such distain that it made the red head feel as if no bond would ever come between the two. now … now that same person was her best friend and the very reason max was even alive. it was funny how time worked. a soft but there smile grows as the other cups her cheeks , her words sinking in deep. but it does not take away the feeling of owing her life from this point forward to the girl. “ and besides , you still owe me an explanation about the whole piggybacking from a pizza dough freezer thing. ”
EL DIDN'T THINK SHE WOULD EVER GET USED TO PEOPLE THANKING HER FOR DOING THE RIGHT THING. She would never let anything happen to the people she cared about be hurt if she could help it. It's hard to accept the thanks but she does so as gracefully as possible and simply hugs her friend again. She'll never not feel guilty for how she treated Max at the beginning, and she's so happy they've moved past that.
❝ Oh, ❞ she laughed as she leaned back. ❝ It's just something I thought might work. I wasn't sure but Argyle talked someone into letting us use the pizza restaurant. We filled an empty freezer with a bunch of salt water to make it like the sensory deprivation tanks at the lab. It worked the same and let me find you. I couldn't have done it without the others. It wasn't just me that saved you. ❞
💌 65 . one small kiss , pulling away for an instant before devouring each other . ( @flovraelies )
THE FEEL AND TASTE OF BILLY'S LIPS AGAINST HIS OWN IS FAMILIAR. It still sparks something inside of him he hasn't felt since he was sixteen years old. Niko can clearly recall the last night he ever saw the redhead, lying on a blanket on the beach, the stars bright above them as the waves crashed into the shore. He remembers holding hands, both of them bruised and broken, making plans to run away together because neither of them could stand living with their parents anymore. They were going to meet the next night in their secret spot in the middle of the night. Niko never made it because they had come for him. People who his parents believed to be from a 'tough love' camp and who turned out to work for Hawkins Lab and Dr. Brenner. Somehow, they had known about Niko's powers and they had tried to exploit those powers. He never let them. He knows Billy must have been heartbroken when he didn't show up that night. It's all he thought about for weeks before the instinct to survive took over.
The kiss was gentle and swift. Blue eyes look up into the other man's and he searches them for...something. He's not sure. The blonde thought this part of his life was in the past, the chapter with Billy closed. Funny how fate seems to work so mysteriously. He's never even believed in fate but he has no other explanation for this. The auburn-haired man was his first love, his only love, but they were older now and he hadn't been sure if those feelings were still there. Now he knows they absolutely are. Their young love had been a whirlwind of trouble, sexual exploration, and the desperate need for someone to relate to. It had been stripped from them so violently it had left a gaping wound in both their chests that have only barely begun to heal.
❝ Billy I- ❞ he starts and stops, unsure if there's anything to say. Neither of them are people who wear their hearts on their sleeves. Talking was never something they did often when they were younger. They should talk - they need to talk - but right now all he wants is the warmth and security of the other man. So he grabs hold of the redhead and pulls him into a deeper kiss, guiding Billy back to the closest wall and trapping his body betwwen it and his own. Niko's teeth scrape his bottom lip before his tongue slips into his mouth. A low groan leaves him as his fingers tangle in auburn curls.
💌 “ you deserve more than i could ever give you. ” ( @willbyerstm )
❝ THAT'S NOT TRUE, ❞ MIKE REPLIED, SHAKING HIS HEAD. He will never understand why Will thinks so low of himself, or why he thinks he's some kind of burden to him. Will has never been and never will be. They're best friends and maybe even more than that. He's not sure though he wants to find out. He reached out for the other boy's hand and squeezed it.
❝ I don't care what you say. You mean more to me than anyone else in the world, Will. I know I've been an asshole a lot and I'm sorry for that. ❞ Mike looked down at their joined hands. ❝ I want to deserve you. ❞
ELIZABETH BATHORY ( @ofmythsandfables )
❈ — Apparently neither are vampires, she thought silently with a light chuckle and sipped more of her drink. Glancing back at him, Elizabeth smiles and shakes his hand firmly. “Elizabeth. It’s lovely to meet you, Billy.” She lingers in holding his gaze and hand for only but a moment longer until she breaks everything, turning to her glass and downing the rest of its contents.
“How about we get another round, my treat? I’d very much like for us to get to know each other some, if you’re willing to spare some of your time..?” The young man was way too attractive for his own good and Elizabeth was most intrigued by him. She briefly wondered how his blood tasted and couldn’t help her lips curling upward at the thought…
@hellxfireclub
❝ NICE TO MEET YOU, ELIZABETH, ❞ HE REPLIED WITH A SMALL GRIN. Billy couldn't quite put his finger on what it was about this woman that drew him in, but he felt like a moth to a flame. He didn't feel that way about most people, or any people for that matter. It baffled him and he knew he ought to question that since it felt a little dangerous. Billy was nothing if not reckless and the woman next to him felt like a rabbit hole he could fall down quickly. So instead of declining her offer and calling it a night, he found himself agreeing with a nod.
❝ Of course I can spare some time for someone as beautiful as you. ❞ He was being genuine when he said that. Billy pushed his now empty glass aside and once a fresh Old Fashioned was before him, he tested the taste of it. ❝ So do we start with the boring questions? What do you do for a living? Where are you from? ❞ Billy wasn't good at shit like this. He was used to people just wanting to get straight to sex so he was rusty in the department of getting to know someone.