[ Turns out she doesn’t put up much of a fight, like he suspected, but she isn’t super pleased about being pulled from where all the action is. Kitchens are boring. Water is boring, and even wasted Nancy can sense there’s an ulterior motive behind his suggestion.
Nonetheless, she trips along. Not like she has much of a choice when he’s got his hands clamped on her shoulders.
It’s quieter in his kitchen compared to the rest of the party. There aren’t nearly as many sweaty bodies in here, save for a couple leaning against one of the counters, their heads bent close together in conversation, not bothering to pay any attention to them.
The image makes her feel a little ill. She slumps against the island, fringe in her eyes, and reaches for the closest red cup. She doesn’t need water, she needs to stay fucked up. ]
stancyyyyyyyyy, here for it. i have no idea what this is :D
[ Steve goes for another stack of red cups, small towers of them seemingly propped up in every corner of the kitchen and most other big rooms in his house.
If you're gonna throw a rager, you gotta be prepared.
But instead of filling the two cups he grabbed with PURE FUEL, he grabs some ice and turns on the faucet, filling them to the brim. That's when he notices Nance, with her own solo cup already in hand. ]
Shit...
[ Nancy doesn't seem to notice what's in the cup she's about to sip from, and Steve almost lets her go through with it but couldn't live with himself if he actually did, so he deftly swaps his cup for hers, and faces the door they had just entered from. ]
Yo, assholes. I said no smoking inside, go out on the pool deck if you're gonna do that shit.
[ A few muted "sorry"s can be heard from the other room, as Steve takes the solo cup filled with cheap whiskey and a pair of cigarette butts and dumps it in the trash with a slightly disappointed look at Nancy, but he can't hide the slight smile he gets too anticipating the look on her face when she realizes what was in it. ]
Maybe a lil water Nance, before we get back to partying hard?
[ It's not like Steve isn't drunk too, maybe not at the same level as Nancy right now, but he's here throwing this bash to get fucked up before summer ends, he doesn't want to be a buzzkill. It's not like a part of him wants to impress Nancy or anything... definitely not... ]
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a million days later but i’m back on my stancy bullshit
Nonetheless, she trips along. Not like she has much of a choice when he’s got his hands clamped on her shoulders.
It’s quieter in his kitchen compared to the rest of the party. There aren’t nearly as many sweaty bodies in here, save for a couple leaning against one of the counters, their heads bent close together in conversation, not bothering to pay any attention to them.
The image makes her feel a little ill. She slumps against the island, fringe in her eyes, and reaches for the closest red cup. She doesn’t need water, she needs to stay fucked up. ]
stancyyyyyyyyy, here for it. i have no idea what this is :D
If you're gonna throw a rager, you gotta be prepared.
But instead of filling the two cups he grabbed with PURE FUEL, he grabs some ice and turns on the faucet, filling them to the brim. That's when he notices Nance, with her own solo cup already in hand. ]
Shit...
[ Nancy doesn't seem to notice what's in the cup she's about to sip from, and Steve almost lets her go through with it but couldn't live with himself if he actually did, so he deftly swaps his cup for hers, and faces the door they had just entered from. ]
Yo, assholes. I said no smoking inside, go out on the pool deck if you're gonna do that shit.
[ A few muted "sorry"s can be heard from the other room, as Steve takes the solo cup filled with cheap whiskey and a pair of cigarette butts and dumps it in the trash with a slightly disappointed look at Nancy, but he can't hide the slight smile he gets too anticipating the look on her face when she realizes what was in it. ]
Maybe a lil water Nance, before we get back to partying hard?
[ It's not like Steve isn't drunk too, maybe not at the same level as Nancy right now, but he's here throwing this bash to get fucked up before summer ends, he doesn't want to be a buzzkill. It's not like a part of him wants to impress Nancy or anything... definitely not... ]