Are you into the concept of a threesome without the inconvenience of trying to fit three people into a bed? Well, you're in luck, because here we have two minds for the price of one body! One of them's a complete monster and the other one's the Mind Flayer. The bad news is that neither of them are willing to get a haircut, but if you can look beyond the mullet you're in for a truly wild night.
[ It's a lie, he's sorrier than he can ever say, but Billy is being a dick.
For some reason Steve is maintaining a hold on his Fluid. It'd be safer to just throw it inside and use both hands to climb through the window but... nope. that's not what he's doing. ] You're an idiot.
there's no time to verbalise that, because between the windowsill and billy's tongue Steve is very distracted ]
I bet you sit in front of the mirror and practice the tongue thing. I bet you a thousand bucks. You think you're hot shit walking around without a shirt on and that means you can just--
[ What it means will have to wait, because Steve has just fallen in the window. The camera spins out and comes to rest showing the bathroom ceiling. Somewhere nearby Steve groans and:]
[ He's drunk, his head's spinning from where he bumped it on something when he rolled in, and Billy's tongue really should be censored somehow. ]
You're the one sending me eggplants, dumbass. [ But god, could you imagine? Not just thinking Billy Hargrove is hot shit but actually liking him? Liking his dumb sense of humour and his competitiveness and the way he can be really proud of himself when he does something he thinks is--
With a groan, Steve puts the camera back down on the ground and rubs both hands over his face. ] I am way too out of it for this.
[ More groaning. ] Who even thinks that picture is actually a turn on? Like seriously? "Hey babe, you ready for my eggplant tonight???" Instant boner kill.
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[ He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. God, that idiot. ] Do you want me to get you down?
[ So much for 'never doing that'. ]
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[ He wobbles as he turns to show the camera the bathroom window just there. Like ten feet away. ] See? Right there, mom.
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[ That's Billy code for "hey, I'm maybe kind of concerned about you for some reason so you better not hurt yourself". ]
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[ because you used to always bowl him over in basketball practice ]
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[ Besides, they can't have that basketball contest if he falls off the roof. ]
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[ Pfffffffffff ]
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[ Is he joking? Does he really want to fight the roof? Who knows with Billy. ]
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God, I'm such an idiot.
[ because he thinks that's funny and that Billy's funny when he's objectively a dumbass. ]
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[ Can't learn to plant his feet, can learn that he's an idiot. It's something. ]
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You're such an asshole, Hargrove. I'm taking my apology back.
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Too late. It's mine forever.
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[ It's a lie, he's sorrier than he can ever say, but Billy is being a dick.
For some reason Steve is maintaining a hold on his Fluid. It'd be safer to just throw it inside and use both hands to climb through the window but... nope. that's not what he's doing. ] You're an idiot.
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[ He sticks his tongue out again. ]
Don't smack your head on the windowsill, idiot.
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there's no time to verbalise that, because between the windowsill and billy's tongue Steve is very distracted ]
I bet you sit in front of the mirror and practice the tongue thing. I bet you a thousand bucks. You think you're hot shit walking around without a shirt on and that means you can just--
[ What it means will have to wait, because Steve has just fallen in the window. The camera spins out and comes to rest showing the bathroom ceiling. Somewhere nearby Steve groans and:]
Still got it. I'm a ninja.
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[ He does the tongue thing - again - as soon as Steve picks the phone back up. ]
Careful. You might fall for me. [ He's joking. Completely joking. Yep. ]
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You're the one sending me eggplants, dumbass. [ But god, could you imagine? Not just thinking Billy Hargrove is hot shit but actually liking him? Liking his dumb sense of humour and his competitiveness and the way he can be really proud of himself when he does something he thinks is--
With a groan, Steve puts the camera back down on the ground and rubs both hands over his face. ] I am way too out of it for this.
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[ He rolls his eyes. ] Go on, get to bed, you're about to pass out anyway.
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[ He's not moving. ]
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[ He thinks for a moment. ] Unless you sent a picture of your actual dick. Fuck, I wonder if anyone's ever done that.
[ He laughs, because who'd do that? Truthfully, he might do that. Fuckboys are the same in all eras. ]
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The pause keeps going.
He could take a picture of his dick and send it to someone. ]
Shit.
[ He's too drunk to think about this and talk okay, give him a moment because he thinks that's kind of hot. ]
Yeah. You could do that.
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[ So he can send dick pics to whoever he's interested in. And it might be Steve Harrington, the way things are going.
Thanks modern technology. ]
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And steve is definitely going to fall asleep on the bathroom floor, this is fine ]
You gonna terrorize the girls here with your dick? Some of them'll beat the shit out of you.
[ there's a nice thought. ]
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[ Because obviously, that requires a lot of emotional attachment. ] Get off the floor, idiot.
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[ He's thinking about moving okay, mom. give him a moment. ]
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[ And they'll frame it, probably. It's a special gift. ]
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