YOU'RE FALLING INTO SEASON.

𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍.

[maydayzed]

Welcome to #MAYDAYZED, an INDEPENDENT BLOG FOR MAY DAYZE, an OC written by KILLJOY! Find below the necessary pages for interaction:

         RULES. | ABOUT. | VERSES (TBA). | HENRY BLOG.

[2dayze]

❛ No, ❜ he says quickly, shaking his head, ❛ no. I've only done it a couple of times. At parties and stuff. Never done anything else either. Don't wanna. ❜

This is far from his first exposure to drugs. Russian party culture, at least in the high ranks with which he was forced to associate, was rife with things like cocaine and crystal meth— far scarier substances than a little bit of pot in the comfort of Henry's brother's trailer. He's never felt compelled to dabble with it, nor report it; to him, it was just a thing that happened, and people who intended to use were going to get their hands on it regardless of whether he had something to say about it or not.

I truly don't care. I just don't want that shit in my body.

❛ ...but I was telling Hale about it. I let it slip by accident, and I thought he'd be mad but he just seemed intrigued. He poked me about my experience a little bit. Seemed to be trying to figure something out. Eventually he asked if I liked it and I said that it was fine, that I wasn't really bothered one way or the other, and he kind of... looked down and breathed out a sigh of relief. So obviously I asked what the fuck that was about and he told me something— really fucked up, and I can't stop thinking about it— ❜

[maydayzed]

💥 ⸻ She can't help a sigh of her own. Addiction is a very dangerous beast; she, as someone who was raised to distribute when Alex Dayze kicked the bucket, would know that better than most. With all Isaac has going on in his life at the moment, an unhealthy relationship with drugs of any class is not something he needs.

❛ Okay. Good. Thank fuck. Alright— ❜ May stops talking, a hand resting over her chest. Only in the aftermath of relief does she become aware of how fast her heart was beating. Somewhere along the way, she really has developed somewhat of a maternal instinct. He's 19, 20 in four months, yet she views him as a kid. Her kid. ❛ Good. Don't— don't fuck with addiction, alright? It'll screw your life up all the more. ❜

Isaac's tone is truly beginning to worry her, though. Such clumsy grief is reserved only for feelings of genuine terror. Whatever Doctor Hale had told him has clearly struck a chord in him— one that is seldom played at all.

❛ Hey. Tell me, okay? Whatever it is, I can deal. I don't want you to hide shit from me. ❜

[2dayze]

♤  ⸻ Does he want to talk about it? That's the age-old question, the one that makes him want to shrink inside of himself and disappear. Therapy has been especially difficult because of this aversion to being honest about his true feelings. He often winds up with Hale's cat in his lap, anxiously stroking its back as he tries to string sentences together for a gruelling forty minutes.

Isaac picks at a loose thread at the bottom of his hoodie, lower lip caught between his teeth. After what feels like a lifetime, he dares to speak: ❛ ...are you gonna be mad at me if I admit I've smoked pot? ❜

Because there are a lot of things he can handle, but after everything they've been through, May's disappointment isn't one of them.

[maydayzed]

💥 ⸻ His question, in all honesty, wounds her; not because he intended to, but because she's reminded of how little he truly knows of the world in moments like this. Having been forced to live such a sheltered, confined life, to the point he thinks that smoking a little weed is a punishable offence... it'd be laughable if not for how damn sad it makes her.

❛ Fuck, no. No, it's... that's not a big deal, Isaac. ❜ Even so, she knows to practise some caution that she typically wouldn't. He's more impressionable than he lets on, and she doesn't want to be responsible for his slippery descent into an actual addiction. Weed is relatively harmless until it becomes a necessity to smoke it; that's when the trouble starts. ❛ I mean, every now and then is fine. You don't wanna be making it a habit. Too expensive. Too stupid, too. ❜ She looks at him then, slight worry arching her brow. ❛ ... it's not a habit, right? ❜

[2dayze]

♤  ⸻ May is about the only person that he can stand to talk to openly— but even she is someone he doesn't know if he can dump whatever the fuck he just learned on. He's upset, first and foremost; as if his life could get any more sad.

❛ Nothing, ❜ he says tightly, tugging his coat tighter around himself as he makes a beeline for his bedroom door. His hand rests on the knob— and then he falls still, jaw clenched and knuckles white. After a prolonged silence, he lets go and moves to sit on the couch with her; close but not too close. ❛ ...therapy was really fucking hard today. ❜

[maydayzed]

💥 ⸻ It hurts to see him in such a state. Isaac has always been such a hard kid, stone-faced and full of palpable aggression. In a way, he reminds her of how she used to be as a young girl— and it's precisely because of that that she knows him to be soft inside. He's already proven that he's so much more gentle than his training has made him out to be. Things bother him, just like they bother everyone else.

❛ Yeah? ❜ She makes sure her voice isn't too syrupy when she addresses him. It'll piss him off if she tries to coddle. ❛ Do you wanna talk about it? ❜

While she's glad he has Hale to confide in now, she knows that he treats it with a certain level of emotional disconnect; like business. What he needs now is a confidant.

[maydayzed]

The way Otto calls May 'Mayzey Dayzey' and it makes her seethe with rage—

[maydayzed]

💥 ⸻ Issac has come home from his appointments with Hale tired or even angry before, but his pale-faced look as he walks through the front door is unlike anything she's seen previously. It sees her straightening up in her spot on the couch, her brows suitably furrowed.

❛ Hey. ❜ By now, she's well-trained in the art of expressing herself to him; her voice a tempered hybrid of concerned and aloof. ❛ What happened? You look like a fucking ghost right now. ❜ / @2dayze

[maydayzed]

me hopping back on that blog just to write two/may content...........? yes.

[apostating]

                JUST LET ME SUFFER                    SUFFER IN PEACE.

[ DUAL OCS written by KILLJOY. Exploring themes of overcoming trauma, tight knit communities preserving generational secrets, the veil between our world and the next and unlikely friendships. ]                                                 RULES | ABOUT

[maydayzed]

Howdy, friends!

Really vibing with @apostating right now, catch me over there (they're new!)

[maydayzed]

            ❛ I don't give a fuck about you anyway. ❜

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR BEST FRIENDS FOREVER *  adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal action prompts

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

i never want to know a life without you.

you're a great friend to me.

you mean a lot to me. i hope you know that.

what would i do without you?

don't make me sit on you.

we have too many inside jokes.

i really missed you.

i'm here for you, no matter what.

you can count on me.

wanna hear a dad joke?

you left this at my house.

whatever you need, i'll do it.

that's what best friends are for.

we're friends, right? friends look out for each other.

they thought we were siblings! honestly, i don't blame them.

i really need a friend right now.

could you please come over?

stop making me laugh!

i wouldn't be able to survive this without you.

you can lean on me. i'll be there for you.

i won't just abandon you.

we've been friends for years.

why don't you come over tonight?

let's get a bite to eat. i'm starving.

last one there's a rotten egg!

i call shotgun!

move over! i'm coming in!

you know... you're my best friend.

i trust you more than anyone else.

do you pinky promise?

if you don't stop, i'll tickle you.

i'll bring the snacks!

let's sit at our favorite table.

i've known you since i was five!

they literally can't separate us.

i don't think they've ever seen us apart.

will you be at my wedding?

let's do this together.

of course i remember our handshake.

i don't know how to function if you're not there.

you're the best friend anyone could ever ask for.

do you remember how we met?

stop messing up my hair!

honey, i'm home!

this is basically your house, too.

i really need your help.

i'll be a shoulder to cry on.

if anyone hurts you, they have to answer to me.

you have to carry on without me.

we can do this.

you're the only person who ever really believed in me.

ACTION PROMPTS

[ handshake ] sender and receiver perform their signature best friend handshake

[ pinky ] sender makes receiver pinky promise

[ steal ] sender steals a piece of clothing (like a hat) from receiver and puts it on

[ cheers ] sender and receiver lift their drink glasses in a celebratory toast

[ game ] sender challenges receiver to a board game

[ laughing fit ] sender and receiver end up in a hysterical laughing fit at a joke the sender made

[ keep away ] sender steals an item from receiver and plays keep away with them, holding it too far from their reach

[ splash ] while swimming together, sender splashes receiver

[ club ] sender and receiver go bar-hopping

[ movie night ] sender and receiver have a movie night complete with snacks, blankets, and lots of pillows

[ console ] sender is deeply distraught, so receiver comforts them

[ cuddle ] sender and receiver cuddle

[ sleep ] sender and receiver fall asleep together

[ toss ] sender keeps tossing items at receiver to get their attention

[ reach ] sender is about to fall to their death, and receiver reaches just in time to catch their hand and save them

[ tent ] sender and receiver attempt to pitch a tent together

[ rescue ] in a dramatic turn of events, receiver shows up in the nick of time to save sender's life

[ costume ] sender and receiver wear matching costumes to an event

[ pillow ] sender and receiver have a pillow fight

[ hobby ] sender and receiver enjoy their favorite hobby together

[ piggyback ] sender gives receiver a piggyback ride

[ treehouse ] sender and receiver hang out in a treehouse

[ notes ] sender and receiver pass secret notes to each other

[ fast food ] sender and receiver visit a fast food restaurant to grab a bite to eat

[ risk ] sender puts their life on the line to protect receiver

[maydayzed]

            ❝ That was so hot of him to be honest. Can't be mad. ❞

[maydayzed]

Sorry for the slow activity on here, fellas! I'm still pooling resources together for my girl, and Henry still has me in a damn chokehold! Stuff'll come as I polish off more materials for her, and just thank you for your patience. 💞

[wheelxr]

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

It hollows out hearts and infects logic, its dark stain left on everything it touches. Nancy knows May means well — knows the other is just trying to help — but right now? Nancy’s angry.

( Though entirely with herself. )

Do more. Do better.

❝ What do you think I’ve been doing, exactly? ❞ She’s grateful for the size of the bench, her knees drawn to her chest and held steady. It’s a position she hates being in, but there’s a comfort in being held — even if only by herself. 

❝ Ever since we got taken to that lab, I’ve been trying. ❞ When Henry had given up after their first failed escape, Nancy kept fighting for both of them. Had to, because she at least owed him that after failing him so terribly; she was ready to die before letting those lab fuck-heads win.

❝ I’ve never stopped trying to show him alternate moves, or paths, or ideas, or whatever you want to call them. And fuck, I’ve always been there if he wanted to talk. ❞ The problem is, Henry hasn’t wanted to talk as of late — is pushing her away just as he had when he’d first returned, and the pain of it scalds. 

It’s good for people to be focused on him, though; it means no one will notice that she’s ripping apart.

Fighting alone has been achingly lonely.

❝ I know Marty cares about him. He might show things in different ways, but it’s obvious. Henry interests him, and I’m glad for it — he deserves to have more people around who give a shit. ❞ In truth, that’s the very least Henry deserves, but it’s a start. ❝ I’ll talk to him when he wakes up. ❞ There’s moisture blinked from Nancy’s eyes as her chin hits her knees, the world suddenly feeling all too heavy. 

Their life was never supposed to end up this way — and Nancy would give anything to go back in time and fix it. Maybe they should have run away as kids.

❝ I’m sorry. I’m not angry at you, and I don’t mean to sound like an ungrateful asshole. ❞ It isn’t fair to take out her frustrations on May; the other's been nothing but kind, her humor often a lifesaver on its own. ❝ I’m just...so fucking scared. ❞ And that’s the crux of it, isn’t it? Her fear of losing the one person she loves most in the world. 

❝ He’s just so fucking good, May. ❞ There’s a break in Nancy’s voice as she speaks, her reddened face momentarily buried into her lap. ❝ Henry's the best person I've ever known. He’s always cared so much about everyone, and he didn’t want to kill anyone else — he just wanted to be left alone. ❞

Yet the world isn’t fair, and neither of them had been left alone. ❝ I can take over for Marty now, if you guys are ready to go. ❞

She can’t imagine it’s been an easy day for either of them, and with a rapid inhale, Nancy’s sitting up and wiping beneath her eyes. ❝ I’m alright, now. ❞ She has to be.

❝ You know, I can’t ever thank you enough for coming here to check on him. I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t. ❞ 

Because even the thought of finding him spread out and lifeless over the rocks is enough to fill her mouth with bile.

❝ I owe you one, definitely. ❞

[maydayzed]

-   ̗̀  —  𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞  𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭  𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝  𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡  𝐢𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞  𝐨𝐟  𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡  𝐚  𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫,  May understands the inherent benefit of letting people vent their frustrations honestly. Though it doesn’t take much to spark her own spitfire fuse, you’d be hard-pressed to find a situation in which she favours pleasantry over open communication. She doesn’t need Nancy to be nice; she’s grown up in a world where letting people in is the same as handing an enemy a loaded gun.

             That’s why she doesn’t flinch — and why the eventual apology she receives is equally as worthless.

             ❝ What’re you sorry for? Being pissed off? Upset? ❞ Her head inclines, eyes on the darkening sky above. It feels as if the sun stays longer in the Ozarks than anywhere else in the world— as if it takes a year for the rays to greet the horizon’s edge. May has no strong opinion on heat one way or the other; though uncomfortable, she can’t say the darkness offers too much solace. In fact, that’s when most of the world’s troublemakers arise and start causing problems.

             The rooster crows at dawn, but it’s the Devil that announces the night.

             ❝ Don’t worry about it. It’s good to get it all out. And y’know, maybe this is the start of him getting it all out, too. Maybe this had to happen. ❞

             Far be it for her to suggest that everything happens for a reason, but even she can see that Henry is holding parts of himself hostage. Though unpleasant, this crescendo of stress might be just what he needs to actually start talking again.

             ❝ We can stay if you like. Ruth’s taken over for tonight anyway. ❞ Originally, she’d told Marty to stay at the casino, keep on pressing forward with the efforts to flush money, but in the end his concern had won out and Ruth had been thrust into the pilot’s seat. It’s far from the first time she’s been at the helm of an operation; indeed, she wouldn’t be working with Marty at all if she really was the dumb redneck that she's known to be. ❝ But if you’d like us to head out so you guys can have some space, we can go. It’s up to you. Either way, we’re free. ❞

[wheelxr]

𝐌𝐀𝐘'𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐍 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐒.

Yet in truth, Nancy's grateful for it; trying to be strong for both Henry and herself over the past few weeks has been unbelievably painful. To have someone beside her who can, to a point, understand what she's going through? It means more than any words could ever describe. 

❝ He wanted to die. ❞ It's admitted softly, Nancy's eyes still on the darkening sky. May had opened up, and while small tidbits have been exchanged between them before, Nancy had never really explained what had occurred before Henry and herself left Hawkins. ❝ That was his plan: to help my friends and I with the monsters, to make sure the portals were shut, and then — he planned to die. ❞ This is difficult to speak about, but it's a story that deserves to be told. Their story. ❝ You know, when we were kids, we were inseparable; we had matching plushies, we'd defend each other from idiots, and we even had a backyard wedding. ❞ And that memory makes her laugh, though it's a sad, hollow thing. ❝ Some kid pushed me one day, and Henry lost it. He was going to kill him, May, but he stopped when he saw me cry. ❞ And god, she's grateful Henry can't see her cry now.

          Stop crying, dear. It'll be alright.

How?

          You should have let the Demo get me, Henry. Then you’d be out of here, just like you wanted.           Don't say that. Don't you say that.

❝ I loved him more than anyone in the world, May. He's the only one who would ever listen, you know? I hated my house because no one ever saw me, but he did. And then one day...he brought me to the Lab. And I learned later that Brenner asked him to hurt me, with his powers. He didn't, and we left so fast, and soon after...he disappeared. ❞ His disappearance still aches, even after all this time. 

❝ His mother told me he killed himself. ❞ Her nails are biting even deeper into her skin, tiny spots of blood peeking through the fabric of her skirt. ❝ But he was trapped in that damn lab, and when he got out, he tried so hard to push me away. And of course I confronted him, eventually. Told him that if he loved me, I wanted him to show me. And...he kissed me. ❞

          You can't say you love me unless you mean it. Show me.           You're so damn stubborn. You haven't changed a bit. God damn it, Nancy. Damn it.

❝ So here we are. ❞ Trying to find their way when neither had really planned for a future; at least, not one like this. ❝ And now you know. ❞

[maydayzed]

-   ̗̀  —  𝐓𝐡𝐞  𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬  𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲.  If she was a more affectionate person, she’d have offered her a hug; as such, she isn’t, and has never been, and so she won’t start now. She’s still learning how to be that way.

            ❝ Well, it sounds like he cares for you a great deal, ❞ May says after a solid drink. The bottle she’d originally brought for Nancy is now almost drained. Funny how easily it goes down when she’s in need of cleansing. Nothing upsets her quite like brushes with the past. ❝ It’s clouded right now, but it’s still evident. He’d have jumped if he truly didn’t give a shit. You’d be fishing what was left of him off of the rocks for the next few days. I’ve seen it. ❞

            She won’t pretend to understand his circumstances, nor the weight of having the amount of lives on one’s shoulders that he does, but May knows a little bit about the guilt surrounding taking human lives. Lawrence Bordot was a man that deserved a knife in the liver, and still he haunts her dreams. Once you sink your fangs into the essence of a human life, it’s impossible to take it back.

            And when that amount enters what she can only assume is triple digits… well, no wonder he’s lost himself a little bit.

            ❝ …Marty’s not exactly well-versed in making room for emotions, but he’s worried too. It just might not materialise for him like it does for you. ‘kay? Henry’s safe in there with him watching over him. ❞

            He’d asked not to be left alone if he agreed to take the sleep agent, and while he’ll never be any the wiser if nobody is to say anything, a promise is still a promise. When May had felt the need to step outside and talk to Nancy, she’d asked someone to take over the responsibility. Scout’s Honour and all that.

            ❝ So, what’s next? You’ve gotta show him that there’re moves he can make that don’t involve throwing himself into the fucking abyss, Nance. I’m not gonna act like I understand his unique position, but he must be feeling pretty shitty— bothersome— if he thinks killing himself is gonna make things better for everyone around him. What can we do? Maybe he needs more work. Or maybe he just needs to fucking talk to you. ❞

[wheelxr]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃.

Several stops are needed in order to calm Nancy's frazzled nerves, the weight in her chest both corrosive and heavy. Such a sensation renders her eyes permanently wet, and while she eventually makes it back to the Ozarks, it doesn't feel like an accomplishment. 

The sun is setting, and for that she's grateful; it'll help disguise just how terrible her condition is, face slick with sweat and curls clinging to the pale, clammy skin of her forehead. 

❝ Hey. ❞ Nancy's greeting is devoid of its usual luminance, each step towards May feeling more difficult than the next. Still, it's only a few moments before she's taking a seat beside the other, the offered beer regarded and acknowledged with a small shake of her head. ❝ Okay...okay, sleep is good. ❞ 

What isn't good is May's next confession, Nancy's wince one she's unable to contain. Shit.

It's been years since she's seen the bloody aftermath of Henry's depression; while she's seen the scars, patching him up isn't something she's needed to do since childhood. To know he was hurting so badly has her expression contorting with visceral pain, the sharp ends of Nancy's nails biting harshly into her thigh.

The thigh she wants so badly to rip up with her razor.

Not the time. Later.

❝ It doesn't matter. ❞ It's said in earnest, as it's something she truly believes; how the fuck could it matter how she is when it's Henry who had been sitting on the edge of a cliff, bleeding and feeling so terribly alone? Like he'd ruined everything? Like his death would make things better? ❝ Shit, just...thank you for coming to see him. I didn't...god, I didn't know this was a possibility today, or I'd never have taken that job. ❞ There's no way she could have known, in truth; his mood has been this way for weeks, and while Nancy has tried her damndest to help, it obviously hasn't been anywhere near enough. ❝ You and Marty saved his life. ❞ She's sure of this, wet blue eyes flitting from May's face to the darkening sky. ❝ I'm sorry. I know it was probably hard for you and Marty, and I'm just...grateful. I'm glad you both could be here. ❞

Because she hadn't been.

❝ Do you need anything? Can I do anything for you, or Marty, or... ❞ Anything. Anything to take her mind away from how helpless she feels.

[maydayzed]

-   ̗̀  —  ❝ It matters, ❞ May speedily reiterates. She knows what it’s like to feel as if she’s fading away from the moment— as if her being there is irrelevant to the way things play out. Nancy doesn’t need to feel that way in regards to her own lover. ❝ He’s not the only one with feelings. It matters. 'n' don't worry about me— Marty brought me coffee. ❞

            In truth, Henry’s condition is something she’s incredibly worried about. She doesn’t know him nearly as deeply as Nancy doesn’t, can’t boast the same bond that she can, but she knows what’s ‘right’ and what isn’t in relation to his disposition. He’s a calm, mild person by nature, but not emotionless; these past few weeks, it’s as if she’s been talking to somebody who looks like him, walks like him, speaks with his voice, but isn’t him. A mimic of some sort. A robotic imposter.

            As ugly as his sobs had been, May couldn’t help but feel relieved to hear them. She knows that whatever was keeping him distant has finally splintered. Maybe now marks the start of his return to normalcy, as painful as it had been to get there.

            ❝ I don’t think he would’ve jumped, ❞ May says, her voice only slightly uncertain. ❝ He wanted to, I think, but he was thinking about you. He really just… broke, up there. ❞ A contemplative look has taken over her face; an uncharacteristic seriousness etched into her features as she plucks the untouched beer from the bench and flips its cap, taking a long, damning drink. She needs it after the whirlwind that’s consumed them all tonight. ❝ Y’know, I… one of my friends is an anxious mess. He has these crazy blowouts on occasion. Panic episodes, tears, the whole shitshow. It kinda reminded me of something like that. ❞

            There isn’t enough alcohol in the world to deal with the image of somebody as stoic as Henry Creel crying his eyes out.

            ❝ I’m sorry about all this. What the fuck even happened? Is he… gonna be okay? ❞

[maydayzed]

-   ̗̀  —  To  say  that  this  night  had  taken  an  unexpected  turn  is  the  understatement  of  the  century.  Nevertheless, if she can be there for either Henry or @wheelxr after the shitstorm they’ve run from, she will. 

            Henry had cried like a baby on that cliff edge. The last time she held somebody that tightly was in the summer of ‘17, when she and Doctor Hale had said adios to that horrific place back in Indiana. She does well not to think about it, though seeing Henry inevitably brings it back up. She still hasn’t told the doctor that he’s in town— that for some reason, the universe keeps insisting on forcing them all together.

            Like if the red string of fate was actually a spider’s web.

            ❝ Hey. ❞ She puts a bottle of beer between them, nudging it towards her as they sit on the nearby bench together. ❝ Henry’s asleep. I convinced him to take Marty’s stuff. ❞ There had been some resistance— some obvious distrust— but eventually, the need to switch off had won out. Now, he’s ensnared in a deep slumber that, on an average day, he can only long for; corpse-like, save for the deep, even breaths that carry him through the night. ❝ I bandaged him up before you got here. His arm’s pretty badly scratched up. But he’s gonna be okay. ❞

            She looks at her then, though makes no effort to diminish the gap between them.

            ❝ …how’re you? ❞ May is far from stupid; she knows the answer ranges from anywhere between not great and astronomically terrible, but sometimes the only way to get somebody talking is to ask an obvious question. ❝ Probably not how you envisioned your night going, huh? ❞