[ Billy doesn't care if Steve's a bit of an airhead, mostly because he's not the smartest guy, either. ]
Volume? Pfft. It's all about style. [ He runs his fingers through his own hair, trying to fluff it up a bit. ] In a few years this'll be long enough for some serious headbanging. [ Yeah, just imagine Billy with hair down his back like all of his favorite rock stars.
He goes to take another drink, but he stops. Hesitates. Was he really out here with Steve Harrington, talking and laughing and enjoying himself like they weren't enemies?
He misses having someone to joke around with like that. He hasn't made any friends in Hawkins. But he can't help but question Steve's motives a little. ] Nothing better do to on a weekend than hang out with the guy who beat your face in, huh?
[Well, Billy would be the first, then. Nancy's wonderful, but Steve can sense her irritation - and he doesn't really think Jonathan's thought that much of him to begin with.
Dustin and the rest of the kids, though, they look at him like he knows what he's talking about (even if they're also willing to call him on his bullshit). It won't last forever, sue him for enjoying it while it does.] Yeah? What, you a big Motörhead fan?
You've got to achieve a balance. [Steve shakes his head, and to his credit, his bangs brush neatly over his eyes as he does so. Billy's hair is curlier, for sure, but Steve's has an artful wave to it, and definitely no lack in volume.
Steve sighs at the question, because while the words sound like they're meant to needle him, Billy's tone lacks the usual bite.] Not really, I guess.
You know you didn't have to do that, right? [They haven't talked about it - they don't talk about anything, actually, Steve and Billy. Steve's not sure what Max told her brother, if she bothered with a cover at all, but they both know Billy's accusations were full of shit from the beginning, so.] I don't give a shit if you want the homecoming crown, or whatever. Take it.
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Volume? Pfft. It's all about style. [ He runs his fingers through his own hair, trying to fluff it up a bit. ] In a few years this'll be long enough for some serious headbanging. [ Yeah, just imagine Billy with hair down his back like all of his favorite rock stars.
He goes to take another drink, but he stops. Hesitates. Was he really out here with Steve Harrington, talking and laughing and enjoying himself like they weren't enemies?
He misses having someone to joke around with like that. He hasn't made any friends in Hawkins. But he can't help but question Steve's motives a little. ] Nothing better do to on a weekend than hang out with the guy who beat your face in, huh?
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Dustin and the rest of the kids, though, they look at him like he knows what he's talking about (even if they're also willing to call him on his bullshit). It won't last forever, sue him for enjoying it while it does.] Yeah? What, you a big Motörhead fan?
You've got to achieve a balance. [Steve shakes his head, and to his credit, his bangs brush neatly over his eyes as he does so. Billy's hair is curlier, for sure, but Steve's has an artful wave to it, and definitely no lack in volume.
Steve sighs at the question, because while the words sound like they're meant to needle him, Billy's tone lacks the usual bite.] Not really, I guess.
You know you didn't have to do that, right? [They haven't talked about it - they don't talk about anything, actually, Steve and Billy. Steve's not sure what Max told her brother, if she bothered with a cover at all, but they both know Billy's accusations were full of shit from the beginning, so.] I don't give a shit if you want the homecoming crown, or whatever. Take it.