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{ @jo-kuron }

“hey, so uh...i hope this isn’t weird or anything, but i uh...” he hesitated, feeling a swell of nerves building in his chest. he held out a small package, wrapped in brown paper and tied with string, unknown text stamped in russian on the outside. “i got this for you while i was in moscow.” he flashed her a sheepish smile, his cheeks flushing a soft pink. he had seen it in a store window and instantly thought of her.

#✯ ‘ﾟ‣ { 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 } — ❝ bex morgan ❞#feat. jo #shhh this isn't late #time isn't real

WHO: dustin & @jojojoanie

WHERE: the hideaway

WHAT: a few drinks! what could go wrong!

Dustin was shaken, to say the least, after running into Eddie at the store. He knew people would be flocking into town for Mrs. Byers' funeral-- but Eddie? All these years of silence, and he just shows up to pay his respects? Like it was easy? He'd decided to make a stop off at The Hideaway before he grabbed the kids from his mom's house; Surely the toilet paper and cat food could wait. But then one drink had turned into two which had turned into three, and Mike and Lucas were too busy to drink with him, so Dustin was at the bar, nursing a beer by himself.

He looked up everytime the door opened, not sure if he was looking for someone as much as he was hiding from everyone, and she caught his eye when she entered. Jo Foreman. She'd been friends with Max back in the day, and even though her style had definitely changed, Dustin definitely recognized her. When he caught her eye, he smiled and held his beer up in greeting. Play it cool, Dustin! For once! he chastised himself internally.

"H-- uh, hey," he said, raising his voice slightly to catch her attention. Dustin squeezed the bottle between his hands, as if it would stop him from showing his nervousness. "Are you in town for...?" his question hung in the air, and Dustin awkwardly scooted over, inviting her to sit next to him. "Can I-- I'll buy you a drink?"

#feat. jo #smh @ him

who: Evie & @jofcreman

where: Melvald’s (gonna start saying the ‘m’ word atp)

Marker grasped in between her teeth, Evie taped a hastily-scrawled sign to the front door of Melvald’s. ‘Out of milk- check tomorrow :(.’ She waved goodbye to the woman and her toddler who’d just bought her last gallon and made her way back to the counter as the door jingled shut behind them. Tucking the pen behind her ear, Evie jumped at the sound of someone in the store. She hadn’t noticed the blonde slip in as the previous customers left.

“Christ, you scared me,” she laughed, took a second to look the girl over. Evie leaned an elbow against the counter, a pleased smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “What are you looking for?” she asked. Evie wasn’t usually so hands-on with customers, preferring to let them do their own shopping, but she made exceptions for attractive people around her age. “And we’re out of milk, so don’t say milk. I’m not going to bitch out our dairy supplier for you.”