We could lush you up too if you'd just come over already.
( this isn't the first time he's smoked a little and overshared with Nancy. tbh wanting her to come over so they can eat chocolate and fool around is much less embarrassing than the last time he did this, so! Steve has no idea what Nancy's opinion of smoking weed is, he thinks if she'd try it she might like it. there's all sorts of ways he could introduce her to it, too. just. so much harder when she's not here. )
I mean, so maybe I made sure they were around if you wanted one. That's just... that's... that's for the good of both of us, really.
Everything, huh? Wow. We should catch an Indians game, then, they haven't been completely awful so far this season. ( since! she's so into baseball! every part of it! )
Finally? As if it hasn't only been about ten minutes since you actually invited me over. But... maybe? It's tempting. Possibly too tempting. But I've never smoked before, so you might have to walk me through it. I mean, I understand how it works, but I really have no idea how to actually do it.
[ a couple of years ago she would have been too embarrassed ( or maybe too proud ) to admit that, but luckily she's grown out of that at this point. still, she's never thought about it much? but it's worth a try, right? why not? ]
I'm just teasing you. I've always thought it was very sweet. And thoughtful. You were always good at stuff like that.
[ ... ah. the jig might be up on the baseball thing, because sitting through a baseball game when she doesn't have a massively big stupid crush on one of the players actually sounds a little like torture. ]
So... I just checked my schedule, and unfortunately I'm super busy on ALL of the same days that they have games. And it's possible I really only liked baseball when I got to watch you play. That might be a part of it, too.
I know. I keep asking, and you're still not here. ( between the grass and his frankly limited ability towards patience and distance as far as Nancy is concerned, these days especially — it is really killing him right now how much he wants her here, and she's not!!! ) I am not going to leave you hanging, I'll show you. It's easy, I promise.
( maybe that is a little unfair, coming from Steve, who smoked like a chimney before he had a girlfriend that didn't like the taste so he started popping mentos and altoids like a crazy person to sate his oral fixation. suffice to say smoking a blunt wasn't that much different than a cigarette, it just gets him buzzed after.
still, Nancy can do pretty much anything — smoking a joint is really small game, compared to everything else she does on a regular basis. )
Still am, I guess, because I'm not bullshitting, I have some. I didn't forget that you liked them, they just... grew on me.
( a less obvious Nancyism that he just ended up fond of. might have been a little bittersweet to think about, not even two weeks ago. now it's... maybe it's just a reminder that even apart, they still held on to pieces of each other. which is kinda nice, actually? ok maybe he's just a lil stoned shh )
Well, swing and a miss. I guess it's not so bad you don't want to stare at some other guy's ass in tight white pants.
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, I'll come over. And maybe I'll try it. I'll think about it on the drive over.
[ she's like 2 seconds away from asking if she should eat something before she comes over, like, if it's anything like drinking. does she need a peanut butter sammy so she's not smoking on an empty stomach? how does it work????? but she keeps it to herself. ]
I mean, if you really wanted me to come to a game with you, I would. But just for getting to spend time with you, not to check out any butts in white pants. Your butt in those pants? Very different story. But just yours.
As long as you drive and think about it. ( damn u'd think he could be happy about the confirmation Nancy will come over. instead he's gonna be a bossy brat. okay. ) If you don't like it after a hit then we can stop. ... okay two hits. The first one always sucks.
( and while eating first is a good idea, they can definitely do that part when she gets here. he's already deep in munchies land, after all, it will benefit both of them! )
I like the answer you came to my games to check out my ass better than being a fan of the spirit of baseball, just so you know. Maybe I'll find another league or something, since the world isn't actively going to shit on us right now. If you're so into the white pinstripe pants.
Alright, I will, I promise. And yes, absolutely. At least two hits. Got it.
[ she's definitely texting between trying to decide if she hates her outfit or loves it, and brush her teeth, and tame her hair. and trying to remember if she needs to stop at the gas station before she goes to steve's. she does pause at that last text, though. her feelings about the uniform aside, she kind of really likes the thought of steve finding a baseball league. lord knows she needs to find something to fill her time. although a job would probably be the right place to start. but this isn't about her!! ]
You don't have to do all that for me. Honestly, it's not really about the atmosphere for me? So you could wear them around the house and it would work just the same. Even the pinstripes are nonessential. An old pair of sweatpants that don't really fit anymore could be an option. Or any pair of sweatpants, actually. [ nancy needs to get laid so bad it's actually becoming a problem ] Finding baseball is a great idea, if you did decide you wanted to play again. [ ...2 horny 2 function ] I meant finding a baseball league. Sorry, I probably shouldn't text while I'm trying to get ready to leave, huh?
( Steve does love an unbearably tight pair of Levis when he leaves the house, but for sitting around smoking weed and thinking about licking cheese sauce off Nancy Wheeler, sweatpants are fine! )
I've been thinking about it. Or... not really for me, there's this assistant coach for the little league this summer. ( he could do that. couldn't he? sounds unbearably and delightfully normal, helping some 2nd graders remember when it's their turn to start running. he's not had the best luck in convincing people to hire him. so maybe it's stupid to tell Nancy he's thinking about it, because Nancy being Nancy, she'll ask about it, and want to know what his letter of interest looks like, and if the interview went well. she'll notice if he never brings it up again because he feels like an idiot for not getting it.
but maybe that's why he's telling Nancy. because it's easy to wonder for a second and then give up, just assume he won't get it so might as well not try. Nancy won't let him forget, for sure. and maybe that's a good thing. it kind of feels good, having someone in your corner. pushing and expecting and hoping. )
No more talking. More thinking, more driving, more making grilled cheese so we can eat when you get here.
( that last thing was for him to do, not for Nancy to do, hopefully that's clear!! )
[ luckily! even nancy's horny gremlin side can't overpower her supportive ....datingfriend.. side. and the thought of him coaching kids at basically any age is making her heart go all melty. shit. ]
Really? wait okay yeah hold that thought. i'll hold that thought. coaching and grilled cheese?? i love where your head is at. i might need to get gas so i'll see you in 40 minutes tops okay?? i'll see you soon
[ it turns out grammar doesn't stand a chance against her crush on steve harrington. or a chance against her trying to hurry out the door because of said crush on steve harrington. either one. both. although she does get changed into something a little more comfortable first, knowing steve's in sweatpants.
steve's in s w e a t p a n t s. --focus!
she makes a face at her gas gauge when it confirms that yes, she's basically running on fumes, but it is what it is. it'll only add an extra twenty minutes or so to her trip. nothing crazy. unless there are people already using the pumps when she gets there. ... which there are, so it definitely feels like a lot longer than twenty minutes, even while she keeps checking her watch to make sure it hasn't been. when it's her turn, she somehow manages to wait for a full tank instead of stopping at half, but only barely. although she almost forgets to wait for her change after paying. woops.
but okay! yeah! great! she's officially on her way. and it ultimately did take her about 40 to 45 minutes to get there, but if she could survive the wait, then he certainly could, too. that being said, she takes note of the fact that it's just his car in the driveway, which means he's home alone, which means she only rings the doorbell once before inviting herself in, announcing her arrival with a slightly singsongy- ]
Hey! It's just me! [ she's sort of lingering near the front door even once she's closing it behind her, because his house is actually way too big to just be wandering around looking for him, even though she wants to. but she's sure he's either in the kitchen, or in the living room, or his bedroom maybe? which are all within earshot. so hopefully! he heard her. or at least heard the doorbell. ] Hellooo-oh? I'm ready for my promised Peppermint Paaaah-tties.
( Steve is a proponent of responsible driving, so he won't distract Nancy with more talk of sweatpants or baseball pants or coaching or anything else that will slow down how long it takes her to show up. time is a liquid sort of thing when he's a little peaked, and he's naturally dramatic about Nancy. the combination is going to make it feel like a lifetime of waiting anyway. best to not throw roadblocks in way of her at his door, like continued commentary on summer jobs or what else he may or may not be wearing.
besides, let the girl have a little bit of an imagination!
it is probably for the best he's got time to wind down, a little, by the time Nancy shows up. Steve isn't. great. with restraint. when he's tweaked. food, laughter, touch. which perhaps bodes badly for when both of them are a little lit, which is the whole idea of the evening. look! look. they don't have to steamroll straight into the danger zone, now do they? they can do this, and fool around a little, without going too far too fast.
...probably. that's the idea. and maybe it's partly the weed talking, that Steve is certain they can be chill about this. he wants to believe!! or he is less concerned with distance when he's already feeling good and happy to throw caution to the wind. it's one of those things. either way, he's not nervous about the two of them not being able to control themselves — it'll be fine. definitely.
he is, in fact, not in the kitchen when Nancy arrives. taking the stairs doubletime like he's never learned how to take them at a reasonable pace. if he smells like he put on some cologne, well, it's cuz he did. it's not gonna really perfectly mask the hazy weed stink, but, the attempt was made!! and if he's a little cinna-mint-y when he kisses her, it's because he's still doesn't like pure spearmint toothpaste and his head cleared enough before Nancy's arrival that he remembered that it would be cool for him to get to do that. it's fucking wild. he can just walk up to Nancy Wheeler, even as she's sing-songing about after dinner mints, and just. bam. kiss her. this is the fucking best. frankly it feels a little surreal, like a dream. like he'll wake up and it'll have been a nice but totally impossible dream. )
Just you, ( Steve repeats, grinning like that's funny. maybe it is. maybe he's just happy. whatever. is that a crime?? just another hint of a kiss, before he groans, out loud. ) No, no, c'mon. ( there's a reason he was going doubletime down those stairs, maybe, and in the interest of not burning his house down he's gotta go flip those grilled cheeses. so he abandons Nancy at the door, idly gesturing that she follow, and trusting that she will. phew, only one of his sandwiches is questionably dark. ) Perfect, ( Steve says about his handiwork, with undeserved confidence. he'll just eat the especially toasty one, all right? it's fine. )
Uh... pantry. Top shelf. ( there's a slow lift of his eyebrows as Steve realizes that'll be a bit of a reach of Nancy, and a mild look of amusement and anticipation that he'll get to watch her stretch for it. it's a knowing and unspoken go for it as he leans against the counter to enjoy the show. )
[ it's not that nancy wasn't anticipating being greeted with a kiss - greeting kisses were actually an already agreed-upon condition that was discussed while they were trying to figure out the best place to start with, like, everything - but it still manages to surprise her, in a way. saying it caught her off guard is probably more accurate, but in a good way. because it doesn't feel so impossible to her ( in some wild way she'll be able to articulate someday, but not right now ), but she's still trying to wrap her head around the fact that it feels so- new? and so familiar, at the same time. he does. cinna-mint and steve harrington go hand in hand, and the way heat prickles the tops of her cheeks when he dips down to kiss her, even the quick greeting kind, that's familiar, too. but he's changed his cologne at some point since they first dated ( or... maybe that's what his same cologne smells like when it's settled over a mild weed stink. that could be it. either way, it's new. ), and he has facial hair, which tickles? but not enough for it to interfere with anything.
her brows perk up when he repeats her, but he doesn't give her time to ask why he felt the need to. which is probably for the best, since she's pretty sure that particular smile meant he was thinking of something ridiculously charming or sweet or thoughtful or ..ridiculous, yeah, something that she would have barely been able to handle hearing him say. anyway, she's much more interested in following the smell of grilled-cheesy-goodness coming from the kitchen, even if it does alarm her a bit that he definitely just came down from upstairs to meet her at the door, so how long..? whatever. nothing's on fire. it's fine.
"perfect" does make her laugh, and she doesn't mention the sandwich that's a little more well done than the other? but the way she peers into the pan probably makes it obvious she's thinking about it. ]
Oh! [ she didn't forget asking about the peppermint patties, but was she distracted by the smooching and the way steve looked so proud of his delicious fire hazard? yes. but she practically twirls in her haste to turn back to get to said pantry, and then
tilts her head
back. so she can peer up. at the top shelf.
which isn't completely out of reach, but she can't see the silver bag sitting at the edge of the shelf or anything, which means she probably won't be able to grab it herself. so there's a frustrated huff before she turns, ready to ask him for help.
but that was before she caught his expression. and then it turns out that nope! no, she actually does not need help from boys that give her that expression! which is obvious by the way her "can i get some help?" face turns into something more of a "check this shit out" face. there's a moment of consideration once she's looking up at the shelf again, a step back to see where she should be aiming her blind, desperate grasp, a quick peek around the bottom of the pantry for some assistance ( but of course there's no step stool, steve's mom is built like an amazon goddess, she doesn't need a step stool. ) and then she's just..... going for it. she lifts up on her toes as tall as she can, reaching up up up with one hand, and barely managing to hook the tips of her fingers over the edge. it can't even be considered a grip. but she'll still feel around like maybe the bag will just gravitate towards her hand if she stays there long enough.
she's trying her best!!!! ]
Why are you so - [ S T R E T C H!!!! then she laughs, drops flat on her feet, catches her breath, then lifts back up to S T R E T C H!!! ] - mean, Harrington-?
( perfect. he said what he said. to be fair, Steve has gone above and beyond to show his willingness to eat food that didn't turn out quite as intended. he isn't what one would call a natural in the kitchen — anything he knows, he knows from making it badly half a dozen times until he figures it out. Nancy has seen this over and over again and then some, in his attempts to master the art of pancakes. grilled cheese aren't exactly new for him, though, so the well done nature of this sandwich definitely has more to do with a sudden and very last minute realization that he should brush his teeth before Nancy arrives. because of the absolute kiss potential her presence entails, suddenly, and wonderfully.
and frankly, when Steve is a little lit, any kind of food is good. a little burned is nothing compared to the abominations he's concocted out of leftovers, frozen dinners, and whatever he could find at the back of the pantry.
speaking of the pantry, Steve makes no move to step in and assist. and in fact, he enjoys the show as her expression shifts to determined I'll show this prick, and the adorable straining for mints that are somehow on Steve's side in all this, and stay intently just out of reach. ) Mean? ( Steve repeats, playfully astonished, not even looking at the plate he flips his well-done grilled cheese out onto as he tries to stifle a grin. )
I make you dinner, I'm willing to share candy, I'm gonna get you completely and utterly baked, and I'm mean, huh? ( wow, what an accusation. especially considering his hands are on his lanky hips, full noted asshole posture, enjoying Nancy's slim form strained against his unforgiving cupboard shelves. did she know her sweater hiked up a little in that determined reaching she was doing? no? Steve noticed, for sure. they've agreed to take it slow on the hanky panky front, he didn't forget, but hey! looking isn't against the rules, now is it? ) I could reach those for you, probably. But now I'm gonna need some inspiration, Nance. Words hurt, you know. Mean. Me.
( Nancy will know his feelings aren't hurt about as much as she knows he's being a brat on purpose. it's fine. especially if she folds to the be sweet on him blackmail. he'll get her the candy eventually either way, so why not, right? surely Nancy sees the logic there. )
[ i make you dinner... has her looking back at him over her shoulder, but it's only once he asks his quite clearly very rhetorical question that she actually turns around to face him properly, settling flat on her feet again. the full dad-lecture stance almost makes her laugh, but she manages to keep her expression fairly neutral, besides a tiny quirk of the corner of her mouth, as she lifts her brow and nodnodnods. because yes! mean! she said what she said and she meant it! no she didn't. ]
Oh, you need inspiration.
[ very "ohh mhm mhm i see i see!". she knows the bratty attitude is him being a goofball, and she could very easily just turn it around on him with a solid "fine, i don't really want any candy anyway", but there are a few other options that are way more fun, so... yeah, she'll be going with those. she chews her bottom lip as she looks up in very serious thought, like she really needs to think this one over. how to inspire and motivate steve into helping her? HMMM. it's not long before that lip bite becomes a small pout, because there might be 100 ways to play this, but she ends up going with a classic approach, because... why try to fix something that isn't broken?
so she pouts, slowly mosies closer to him - not shy or timid, really, just slower than her usual pace - until she's close enough that she has to tip her chin up a bit to keep her eyes on his, and close enough to pinch the hem of his t-shirt, twisting it around her finger. ]
I really want a Peppermint Patty, but I just can't think of a way to inspire you. Do you think- Could you get them down from the shelf for me anyway? Please? [ she reaches for one of his hands so she can tug it off of his hip with a loose grip around his wrist, although she doesn't really let go even once their hands are hanging between them. she slides her hand down so she can draw little swirls along the inside of his wrist with her fingertips, just under the heel of his hand. she doesn't actually know if it's a particularly sensitive spot for him, but he always seemed to like it whenever she did this when she was feeling soft and touchy ( in a more genuine way than right now, hah ), so... maybe it was? if nothing else, she's hoping the pot will help her out with this one. ] Because m'really sorry, Steve. I shouldn't have called you mean. It's so sweet of you to share your candy with me, and make me a grilled cheese sandwich. [ there's a "i always love when you cook for me" paired with a "you always take good care of me" but... that's a little too real for a playful, pouty plea for minty chocolate ]
Edited (blehhh 2:30am wording bad) Date: 2022-12-02 05:33 am (UTC)
( what is that face about, Wheeler??? he did make dinner! and only his grilled cheese is cosplaying as a charcoal briquette, so, you made it out pretty good here! still, there's no point in arguing about the cute little things her face does, when he can see the flirty lightbulb going off above that curly head, and her tone does that thing it does when she over annunciates inspiration.
and maybe he should have been more cautious, throwing Nancy right back into the flirty wind. after all, they're not the same dumb teenagers they were, when they did this last time. maybe their flirting has to be more adult. different, world weary, worn down on the edges, just like they are. maybe it's a little too nostalgic, to flirt with her just like he used to, when he would pull absolutely any excuse out of thin air to convince her he needed a kiss or a touch or her close to accomplish something. maybe he's gotta up his game, figure out what graduating in a month Nancy Wheeler likes, instead of just spit balling with the stuff that worked on her when she was 16.
only, maybe it still works on her now, because she slinks over, looks at him under those soft curly lashes that he used to fall asleep counting, toys with the hem of his shirt and impressively keeps a composed pout on her face despite how warm and bubbly being like this again feels. how does she do it? Steve isn't totally sure, Nancy makes standing this close and not kissing seem so easy. that she's just perfectly content with keeping a few scant inches between them, the pad of her thumb rubbing circles on his wrist. Steve feels a few steps away from crazy when Nancy is this close, and she's still wiling on about grilled cheese and mint candies and not at all knowing how to convince him, really! he doesn't quite remember when his hand moved from his hip to hers, it just happened. felt natural. like that was the obvious update to positions, when Nancy was close enough to touch.
is it the pot, or is it just being a huge and complete dope for Nancy, that does it? jury is out, because Steve would get her the mints whether he was toked right now or not. and he should probably keep up with the game, offer a heavy sigh and a dramatic I guess I could manage that, but instead it sort of falls away to the first thing that comes to mind in the moment. ) I missed this. ( talking about nothing in his kitchen, Nancy close enough that he can smell the hint of floral perfume under her hairspray. the bright dance in blue eyes that gave away how much she was enjoying something, even if Nancy has a hell of a poker face. totally blowing a hole in your own flirty game here, Harrington, but it's the truth, and he did! is it so wrong to say it? he missed it, and relatedly, he's very glad to not have to miss it more. )
[ ohhhhh, this little-! well, now that's-! not. fair. it's totally not. because it's impossible to keep up the flirty-pouty-damsel-in-distress thing when he says that, and looks at her like that, all soft around the edges. her finger twists another loop in his shirt, giving it a firm tug, like stretching out the hem of his perfectly comfortable tee serves as an appropriate reprimand for throwing her off her game here. because her pout disappears to make way for a blushy smile, her eyes even dropping downcast, making it clear that she obviously has some work to do in rebuilding her tolerance for how sweet steve can be sometimes. the fact that he's so relaxed and smiley sure as hell isn't helping, either. how can one guy be so attractive, in about three dozen different ways, give or take?? it's actually kind of annoying. ]
I did, too. [ she's trying really hard not to lean - not to lean closer, an DEFINITELY not to lean against him - but it's probably obvious that she wants to, especially once she unravels his shirt from around her fingers and rests the tips of her fingers against his stomach instead. it's not actually all that forward of a change, it's just a different tone, that's all. ] I missed you. A lot. [ which is weird, considering they've been hanging out pretty frequently at this point, but. it makes sense in her head. ] C'mere. [ welp, so much for not leaning. her hand slips up so she can hook her finger in his collar, although it's really more for just effect than anything else, because she takes it upon herself to lift up on her toes and tilt her head just right, to kiss him in a casually soft way that they so have not discussed as something they should be tempting themselves with??? exactly?? but. oops. ask for forgiveness, not permission, right? although honestly, the way he's looking at her feels like permission. it's that kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me do it do it do it do it look that he's so good at. his face is the one that needs a reminder of the rules, not her. ]
( if his expression shifts into the world's dopiest smile at the shared confession, well, sue him. it's a nice feeling, to be missed. to be missed like this, because it feels like maybe he never stopped missing Nancy, and he realized it a couple years too late. ) Missed me how much, ( Steve asks, though he's not really asking, because Nancy is already half way to showing him. so yes, clearly she has permission. and it's good for Nancy to remember Steve can switch between flirty goading and being sweet, without warning. no wonder Nancy is suffering whiplash.
besides. there's never a time, or a place, that Nancy does not have permission to kiss him. which might prove an awkward stance to have, in execution that could be a really bad thing. what if she wants to kiss him in the middle of a crosswalk, or at some old lady's funeral? they'll cross that bridge when they come to it. kissing him in his kitchen is probably pretty safe, all things considered.
it's not a sort of kiss they've discussed but surely, soft kisses, just-cuz-I-felt-like-it kisses, are absolutely fair game? they don't have to mean much at all, besides the obvious, I really want to kiss you thing. he doesn't lean far to meet her, which requires some tippy-toeing and further leaning to accomplish it, but who said that was a bad thing? )
[ she totally doesn't realize that she was expecting steve to lean down until he doesn't, and if the hum she presses into their kiss sounds disgruntled, it's only because it takes her a second to process what feels different before she thinks to lift up on her toes that little bit more to get to the proper height for proper kissing. her fingers walk up to curl over his shoulder, and it's very tempting to tug him down and pretend that she thinks maybe she just needed to jog his memory on how this goes, but... nope! she's totally got this. nancy is nothing if not determined and adaptable and
definitely biting his bottom lip and giving it a little tug before pulling back with a smile. she doesn't move away, which means she's still leaning about 80% of her body against his, but with enough space between them that she doesn't go crosseyed trying to focus on his face. ]
We shooould [ ditch the "slow" plan, make out more, move this to your bedroom, all of the above ] eat those sandwiches before they get cold, hm? [ she gives him one more quick peck on the lips before settling flat on her feet again, then reaches to grab the plate with the less-charred grilled cheese for her so she can focus on that instead of the way she wants to just keep kissing him. she turns to leave the kitchen with the full confidence of someone that knows exactly where they're headed to next, to carry out the rest of their plans for the day. it's not as if there are a million possible places they could go, so she's not too worried about it. he'll just have to catch up to lead the way. ] And I'm ready for you to show me what all the fuss is about with the, ah- y'know. With the stuff. [ why she can't just say "pot" or "about getting high" is a mystery, but her voice still has all the confidence in the world, as does the way she so-very casually throws the statement over her shoulder, followed by a slightly dramatic ] Mmmmmphf! [ after impatience gets the best of her and she takes the very satisfying toasty first bite of her sandwich. ] --'sho good.
( it accounts for maybe 5% of all Stancy kisses, that Steve doesn't give a little and put his face in a slightly more accommodating position. all the same, it isn't his fault that Nancy forgot the bounce and angle required to land one on him when he's standing upright. and maybe there's something enjoyable in the sweet strain, the slight tinge of desperation. she figures it out, and it does in fact involve more leaning. which he has absolutely no complaint about.
frankly, Steve is not thinking about the unfortunate Slow Decision. he's not thinking much at all, besides how Nancy feels against him. he just barely has leaned down to meet her, much more focused on kissing her more — grilled cheese who? peppermint patties? never heard of 'em — and then one last butterfly kiss and then she's gone. Steve does not have the brainpower to process what just happened to him. this isn't fair. he even squints a little, like he's not sure it really happened. stoned brains tick on half time, so when his sad little noggin realizes what happened it is already far too late and Nancy is munching her way through a grilled cheese and waltzing off to another room.
what a brat. why is he smiling??? goddamn, is he gone on Nancy Wheeler.
Steve pauses long enough to fetch her mints before he follows, even having to jog a few steps to manage it. nobody powerwalks like Nancy. ) C'mon, ( and he doesn't lead the way, just catches an arm around her and navigates her into the family room. is it pointedly not in the direction of the den and the pool just out the back? yes. it is pointedly not in the direction of the den, and the pool just out the back. )
And you're a brat, by the way. ( he would have liked to do a bit more kissing in that kitchen! just fyi!!! two can play at being brats, so releasing her with a farewell pat on the ass just feels fair. well — is that Steve being a brat, or is that Steve wanting to touch Nancy's butt and lacking the maybe don't processing when he's a little toked? it could really be either. he drops on the faded plaid couch and abandons his already half eaten sandwich (when did that happen??? boys are impossible mysteries) and peppermints on the coffee table to fuss with a cigar box. no cigars in it, turns out. his dad would be furious. )
Your mom ever let you finish one of her cigarettes? ( Steve wonders, idly, sparing a glance towards Nancy before plucking a blunt from box and letting it just barely hang from his mouth as he tries to remember where he put his lighter. )
[ nancy knew there'd be a very brief waiting period before steve caught up to her - though it's less because of his slow-poke high and more about the way he always seemed to need a few seconds to process whenever she had the audacity to move out of his reach when they were just kissing - which is why the way she smiles at him once his arm is around her probably looks a little smug. just a bit. she's easily led ( and luckily she's far too distracted to think about the direction they aren't headed in ), even though her expression is starting to shift to something a little more... impish? immature amusement making her eyes widen a bit as she realizes where they're heading. because this the family room and they're about to do Drugs here.
sneaking around behind her parents' backs to fight off various things that go bump in the night is one thing, but smoking a joint with her ..steve, right out in the open? scandalous. true teenage rebellion. she's about to say as much, actually admit that this is making her feel so rebellious, but luckily he saves her from that embarrassment making her stop in her tracks by calling her a brat, and giving her a quick tap on the butt. she gasps like she would be clutching her pearls, if she was wearing them ] Hey! [ then laughs, even as she feels the tops of her cheeks turn rosy. ] I am not a brat. You're a brat.
[ good one.
she doesn't stand back for very long, eventually moving around the couch to sit down next to him. although she's less relaxed than he is about it, with her plate on her lap and her hands holding onto either side of it because her heel is bouncing just enough to lightly jostle it. the rest of her body language is more curious than anything else, at least, watching him closely. ]
Did she ever what..? [ close enough that she doesn't quite follow what's a pretty straight forward train of thought. it's not that she doesn't understand the question, but she wasn't expecting it, so it takes her a moment. she shakes her head. ] Oh, um. No? But I've never asked her if I could. [ the corner of her mouth quirks up as she watches him, catches onto the way his eyes are moving in search of something, then reaches out so she can lift the bag of peppermint patties and move it to the left by just an inch or two, revealing the lighter that was hidden under it. ] This would be the first time I've ever actually wanted to try smoking, believe it or not. And it's all because you're such a terrible influence, Steve Harrington. [ she swipes the lighter off the table before he gets the chance to, holding it between them, closer to herself than towards him. because she's not above initiating a lowkey keep-away challenge as a way of flirting. ] Need this?
( well. it doesn't feel particularly rebellious to him, considering how rarely his parents bother showing up these days. his mother had pinched his cheek after graduation and said she couldn't believe her baby was all grown up. turns out, she really meant it. if his parents were distant before, they were straight up absent after. he sees his mom sometimes on long weekends, or when she comes in to "see friends", or "manage affairs". he hasn't seen his old man since some emergency at the home office required his in person attention. and his mom swears up and down that his dad had stayed at the house but Steve is almost 98% positive he stayed in a hotel. which seems so bizarre he doesn't even know how to unpack it, so he chooses not to.
the point is, there's not a big chance of his parents stumbling in to find him toking up his girlfriend in the family room. even if they did show up at random, this is the last possible place in Hawkins it'd be. which is... sad. best to not unpack, when the idea of getting a little lit is to forget about things and be happy awhile.
Steve lifts his eyebrows at Nancy, an unspoken, oh yeah? at the brat accusation. a firm departure from the woe-is-me-noted-nice-guy-Steve-Harrington from the kitchen. in this instance, it doesn't seem to really be an insult. it crinkles downward into amusement when Nancy needs a couple tries to understand the question, but doesn't comment. ) I'm so sorry I made you want to get a little high and have a little fun but actually, you deserve it. We both do. ( yeah, they deserve getting a little blitzed on his mom's old couch! that's a thing. right? no? okay, well, if not karmically deserved, in Steve's opinion deserved. same enough difference. )
Yeah, I do. ( he's not totally sure how he lost it and it ended up with Nancy, but it isn't so much a problem as a unique opportunity. he could absolutely light it on his own, it does feel a bit like a part of the experience. so he leans a little closer, expression expectant. ) You gotta keep it on longer than you'd think, all right? I'll tell you when.
[ normally a sarcastic "i'm so sorry" from steve would be met with a "well, you should be." from her, but.. he makes a good point. her expression softens, because maybe this isn't exactly the first idea she would have come up with if someone asked her what she would like to do for fun, now that they have time to actually relax, but it's certainly not a bad option. she also really likes seeing steve so relaxed, to the point where it's helping her relax already too, whether she realizes it or not.
although her brows flick up when he moves closer to her, because she definitely wasn't expecting this to be a team effort, but- yeah, alright. she's game. she's so got this.
she turns to sit facing him properly, mostly for her own peace of mind, since it lends to a steady hand as she lifts the lighter up between them. she tips her head to make sure she's got it all lined up right, the corner of her mouth quirking up as she sets her thumb against the spark wheel and igni-
hmmmmmmmm.
ignites it! there. second time's a charm.
and now! she absolutely doesn't know where to look. in a completely innocent way, at first, because this is a learning experience and she wants to watch what he's doing, but-- it's his mouth, come on, of course she gets distracted. she's never understood the sex appeal of smoking that some people tend to go on about, like she just doesn't get it. it doesn't turn her off, but it's never turned her on, either. ..but that said! maybe it's the closeness, the fact that it's steve, or both, but when the joint quietly crackles as it catches, and he starts to inhale, she's- fixated, yeah. she's already sitting close enough to him that she's at least spared the embarrassment of leaning in even closer, but the way her lips part as she matches his slow inhale, then press shut once he lets her know she can lower the lighter, isn't exactly subtle either.
hopefully he's caught her staring at his mouth enough times in the past that he'll know she's not intentionally trying to signal anything, but instead realizes that there's definitely some part of her nerd brain that's counting the number of seconds that pass before he exhales.
she didn't realize she lifted her free hand to lightly settle on his shoulder until she's dropping it to conveniently distract herself by fiddling with the lighter, but it was just her fingertips?? barely there. so maybe it's fine. when she looks up again, she just watches him for a moment, then- ]
So you just... Breathe in? [ it didn't sound like such a silly question in her head, but once she says it, she ends up huffing a laugh, looking back down at her lap again ] I mean, doesn't it burn a little bit? You're inhaling smoke, I don't- [ get it. her life's embarrassing, yes. but she's still smiling, even as she looks at him again and straight up pleads- ] You can't make fun of me if I don't get it right the first time, okay? You have to promise.
( Steve, for one, has always found smoking a little sexy. it's oral fixation central, for starters. and there's something satisfying about sharing a cigarette. the blur of smoke, words stolen between breaths. leaning pointedly close to share a light. he's mostly stopped smoking; Robin always makes faces or straight up throws his smokes out windows and since she's riding shotgun maybe 60% of the time he's in his car these days, it has cut down on how much he could smoke.
hash is a little different. it feels a predictable, to smoke dope and disappoint his dad just a tiny bit more. it's nice, though — not a high so jarring that it makes him feel like someone else. more like it lets him sink back to someone he used to be. a time machine that doesn't smell particularly good. lets his brain slow down enough to relax. and something about weed is even sexier than a cigarette. probably because when he's high he's handsy, like a cat that needs petting or it might spontaneously combust. Steve wonders what kind of high Nancy is going to be.
he's always intrigued by the girl underneath everything she's trying so hard to be. trying and succeeding, usually, it's just that all of it seems to be a lot. and that was before she started moonlighting saving the world, or taking down corrupt federal labs.
so you just... breathe it in. Steve huffs a laugh, huffs out the rest of the smoke over his shoulder so it doesn't up directly in Nancy's imploring face. she's taking this so seriously, which is adorable — getting high is usually the opposite of serious, for most people. ) And then out, ( he agrees, handing over the goods and propping his head in one hand to be a considerate coach through her first hit. ) I won't, ( Steve promises, but there's a stupid smile already pulling at his stupid face, so, it might be impossible to ask him not to tease her a little. he reaches over with his free hand, fingers barely fluttering at Nancy's jaw so the pad of his thumb can ghost over her lower lip. it doesn't linger long, his hand dropping to her neck instead. just a little support, you know, since she's nervous! or, okay. really, there's no reason for the touch. besides the fact he's lit and can't quite remember why he can't touch her wherever he wants. )
It just burns a little. You're gonna wanna cough, but wait until it's out or it'll feel like shit. ( in a weird way, they both are used to an uncomfortable feeling persisting in their lungs. luckily, weed smoke clears, unlike Upside Down air that seems to cling and linger, making every breath feel weird for weeks. )
[ he laughs and she narrows her eyes at him, not unlike the way she used to when they were younger, before she was more confident in the undefined thing that was very clearly forming between them. like she knew he wasn't being mean, but she still hadn't decided how defensive she was about to be over it. which... is a type of defensive by default. ah. but that's fine, because then he wraps up the two-step instruction guide on how to smoke with a dumb smirk, and only gives her enough time to scrunch her nose at him ( in the same way that's usually followed by an excuse you ) before holding the joint out for her to take. if her expression shifts to one that closely resembles the same wide-eyed stare a kitten makes after unexpectedly getting booped on the nose, sitting up straighter and blinking a few times before delicately taking it from him, it's because that's exactly how she feels, okay, shuddup.
and you'd think after all the shit they've been through, smoking pot for the first time wouldn't feel all that intimidating, but it is. it so is. it's intimidating in the way it's one of the most uncomplicated, stereotypical, straight-laced-teenager-learning-to-cut-loose situations she's found herself in, in a really long time. so ironically enough, watching him reach up to touch her without actually touching her, until his hand settles on her neck ( although maybe he did actually touch her, because her lips still feel tingly, right where his thumb lingered over them, even after he moves it away ) - actually is pretty comforting. distracting, but comforting.
her gaze drops from his as she wills her cheeks not to flush any darker than the pink she feels already settling there, only looking back up at him again as she nods - ] Right. [ and takes in that last little bit of advice.
it all seems very simple. and he certainly made it look easy. so she takes a quick breath, brings the joint to her lips. ..peeks at him past the lighter she's holding up, regrets it almost immediately once she sees he's already watching her because he looks sort of dreamy in more ways than one and wow that's a lot, so she rolls her eyes before looking away again to try and save face. she knows there's no way it worked, but whatever. okay.
she starts out fine, inhaling slowly once she flicks the lighter to life, humming a happy little sound when she can feel the subtle change once she's actually inhaling smoke, and it's okay to move it away. but. for some reason she didn't anticipate that she would be able to taste it, and especially not that it would taste kind of awful. so her brow pinches tight, but she tries too tough it out, stubbornly inhaling a little sharper, not realizing that would only make things way worse. ] Nh-hn. [ first it was her 16 year-old self, then a confused kitten, and now she sounds like a toddler that's learning for the first time that she really does not like brussels sprouts!!! and completes the look with watery eyes and a quick shake of her head, making her hair fluff up on either side of her face.
at least she manages to hand him the joint back in a hurry before sitting back and turning her face away, trying to get the smoke out of her throat with a sharp exhale. she coughs against her shoulder after, and it's not as much as she was expecting ( because she really didn't inhale much at all ), but she still whines because shit, he was right, it does burn. and it does feel like shit. and now she's wishing she grabbed something to drink before waltzing out of the kitchen before. damn. she clears her throat, winces at how scratchy it feels, then shakes her head again ]
That- That tasted so bad. Really, really bad. Blegh. [ she even sticks her tongue out with a wince - gross, gross, gross. she huffs! slouches! P O U T S!!! ] I think I burned my tongue.
( she starts off strong. a little nervous instead of headstrong and defiant. which was unlike the last time he coerced her into something a little lascivious. apparently shotgunning a can of beer was not quite as intimidating as smoking a joint, which Steve finds at least a little funny because the shotgunning had required an actual knife and everything. maybe that's the war on drugs talking, or it's just farther out of Nancy's comfort zone than drinking something alcoholic in an especially stupid way. still, she manages her light and her inhale and to keep a hand on the spliff without anything going demonstrably wrong —
and then she doubles down and takes a second hit before she is even done with the first one, and Steve grimaces empathetically because he knows that's not going to be the most fun coming back up. he accepts the weed before it can tumble and burn a hole through his mother's last season couch and abandons it momentarily in an ashtray to rub Nancy's back empathetically as she coughs. ) I know, ( Steve says, and his voice is a little tinted with trying not to laugh again, but to be fair he's mildly toked over here. that makes everything funny! and Nancy is just... so cute. really. it's not like he's never noticed, in fact he's always noticed. truly he has consistently clocked Nancy Wheeler is adorable, it's his blessing and his curse to be so constantly aware of it. the point is, he already knew! it just hits deeper and different, a little high. )
Here, ( Steve says, and... what does that even mean? he doesn't elaborate, just leaves. returns less than a minute later with water, because toked brain hadn't been enough to think to bring some along, it had been aware enough to notice she might need a drink after that. he hands over a bottle of water, sets a few more on the coffee table. retrieves the joint as she cracks her drink open, takes another hit as he contemplates. ) You hit it too hard, that's all. I can help you, if you want.
( help her how? Steve doesn't elaborate that any more than he had when he disappeared to get her water, just looks at her expectantly to see if she'll agree or not. )
[ here, he says, and then.. leaves? nancy's still grimacing, and still looking at the spot where steve was sitting for a few seconds, before actually turning to watch him leave. well, that's-? okay. bye? it's actually fine, because she tries to swallow the stinky taste in her mouth and ends up coughing again, and it's so gross. she's pretty sure it's not always like that, there's no way people would smoke so much if it always made your mouth taste like burned crabgrass. she reaches for the little plate with her grilled cheese to take a couple big bites of it, and it sort of helps ( because it's actually a really great sandwich, damn harrington ), but she's still feeling betrayed enough that she looks scorned by the time he gets back with those water bottles. that makes her expression cheer up. good steve! brilliant steve! totally stoned, cozy, comfy... steve.
god, she needs to stop thinking about how easy it would be to ditch the plan and crawl onto his lap to snuggle for a while instead. she has a theory that the way he'd wrap her up in his arms and hold her tight would basically be as relaxing as whatever pot does, right???? ... no, okay. well, like, yes, it would be, but no, she shouldn't do that. she can chill out, she can get this. and least she knows what to expect now?
her brows lift as she takes a slow sip of water, grateful for the way it manages to get the worst of that burnt taste and feeling out of her mouth, but too curious about his offer to help to drink as much of it as she probably should. whatever, it's not going anywhere. ]
I didn't know it was possible smoke too hard. [ she really DIDN'T but she still adds some sass to the comment ] But... sure? How exactly do you help someone smoke?
( classic rookie mistake. Steve remembers all sorts of parties where a freshman or a new kid would try to look cool, pull too hard, and the entire room would laugh as smoke came out their ears. which... in hindsight, not that funny. he's gacked on a bad pull before, it sucks. the point is, it's not unheard of, to get in your head about it. try and take in too much, hold it too long, freak out when it comes back burning and brutal. the first hit is always the worst, after that it starts to kick in and they don't matter as much.
Steve cleared through half his water while Nancy is contemplating his offer, because beyond handsy and hungry, he's always thirsty stoned. honestly, Steve just sort of assumed Nancy would know what he meant by help. he clearly did not take her to enough parties if she doesn't know what a shotgun is. though, this might be the better way to accomplish it, all things considered. and the realization of that creeps onto Steve's face slowly, in a cat with the cream sort of smile. )
It's easy. All you gotta do is breathe in, breathe out. Simple. ( Steve abandons his bottle on the coffee table, and it's so obvious he's conspiring things they might as well be written on his face. ) Close your eyes, it'll help. ( that's not ominous at all, right? surely Nancy will have no problem settling back and closing her eyes when he's looking at her like a snack and he just got a bad case of the munchies. )
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Date: 2022-11-06 11:11 pm (UTC)( this isn't the first time he's smoked a little and overshared with Nancy. tbh wanting her to come over so they can eat chocolate and fool around is much less embarrassing than the last time he did this, so! Steve has no idea what Nancy's opinion of smoking weed is, he thinks if she'd try it she might like it. there's all sorts of ways he could introduce her to it, too. just. so much harder when she's not here. )
I mean, so maybe I made sure they were around if you wanted one. That's just... that's... that's for the good of both of us, really.
Everything, huh? Wow. We should catch an Indians game, then, they haven't been completely awful so far this season. ( since! she's so into baseball! every part of it! )
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Date: 2022-11-06 11:51 pm (UTC)But... maybe? It's tempting.
Possibly too tempting.
But I've never smoked before, so you might have to walk me through it. I mean, I understand how it works, but I really have no idea how to actually
do it.
[ a couple of years ago she would have been too embarrassed ( or maybe too proud ) to admit that, but luckily she's grown out of that at this point. still, she's never thought about it much? but it's worth a try, right? why not? ]
I'm just teasing you. I've always thought it was very sweet. And thoughtful.
You were always good at stuff like that.
[ ... ah. the jig might be up on the baseball thing, because sitting through a baseball game when she doesn't have a massively big stupid crush on one of the players actually sounds a little like torture. ]
So... I just checked my schedule, and unfortunately I'm super busy on ALL of the same days that they have games.
And it's possible I really only liked baseball when I got to watch you play. That might be a part of it, too.
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Date: 2022-11-07 12:19 am (UTC)( maybe that is a little unfair, coming from Steve, who smoked like a chimney before he had a girlfriend that didn't like the taste so he started popping mentos and altoids like a crazy person to sate his oral fixation. suffice to say smoking a blunt wasn't that much different than a cigarette, it just gets him buzzed after.
still, Nancy can do pretty much anything — smoking a joint is really small game, compared to everything else she does on a regular basis. )
Still am, I guess, because I'm not bullshitting, I have some.
I didn't forget that you liked them, they just... grew on me.
( a less obvious Nancyism that he just ended up fond of. might have been a little bittersweet to think about, not even two weeks ago. now it's... maybe it's just a reminder that even apart, they still held on to pieces of each other. which is kinda nice, actually? ok maybe he's just a lil stoned shh )
Well, swing and a miss. I guess it's not so bad you don't want to stare at some other guy's ass in tight white pants.
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Date: 2022-11-07 01:09 am (UTC)And maybe I'll try it. I'll think about it on the drive over.
[ she's like 2 seconds away from asking if she should eat something before she comes over, like, if it's anything like drinking. does she need a peanut butter sammy so she's not smoking on an empty stomach? how does it work????? but she keeps it to herself. ]
I mean, if you really wanted me to come to a game with you, I would. But just for getting to spend time with you, not to check out any butts in white pants.
Your butt in those pants? Very different story. But just yours.
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Date: 2022-11-07 01:27 am (UTC)... okay two hits. The first one always sucks.
( and while eating first is a good idea, they can definitely do that part when she gets here. he's already deep in munchies land, after all, it will benefit both of them! )
I like the answer you came to my games to check out my ass better than being a fan of the spirit of baseball, just so you know.
Maybe I'll find another league or something, since the world isn't actively going to shit on us right now. If you're so into the white pinstripe pants.
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Date: 2022-11-07 02:20 am (UTC)[ she's definitely texting between trying to decide if she hates her outfit or loves it, and brush her teeth, and tame her hair. and trying to remember if she needs to stop at the gas station before she goes to steve's. she does pause at that last text, though. her feelings about the uniform aside, she kind of really likes the thought of steve finding a baseball league. lord knows she needs to find something to fill her time. although a job would probably be the right place to start. but this isn't about her!! ]
You don't have to do all that for me. Honestly, it's not really about the atmosphere for me? So you could wear them around the house and it would work just the same.
Even the pinstripes are nonessential. An old pair of sweatpants that don't really fit anymore could be an option.
Or any pair of sweatpants, actually. [ nancy needs to get laid so bad it's actually becoming a problem ]
Finding baseball is a great idea, if you did decide you wanted to play again. [ ...2 horny 2 function ] I meant finding a baseball league. Sorry, I probably shouldn't text while I'm trying to get ready to leave, huh?
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Date: 2022-11-07 02:36 am (UTC)( Steve does love an unbearably tight pair of Levis when he leaves the house, but for sitting around smoking weed and thinking about licking cheese sauce off Nancy Wheeler, sweatpants are fine! )
I've been thinking about it. Or... not really for me, there's this assistant coach for the little league this summer. ( he could do that. couldn't he? sounds unbearably and delightfully normal, helping some 2nd graders remember when it's their turn to start running. he's not had the best luck in convincing people to hire him. so maybe it's stupid to tell Nancy he's thinking about it, because Nancy being Nancy, she'll ask about it, and want to know what his letter of interest looks like, and if the interview went well. she'll notice if he never brings it up again because he feels like an idiot for not getting it.
but maybe that's why he's telling Nancy. because it's easy to wonder for a second and then give up, just assume he won't get it so might as well not try. Nancy won't let him forget, for sure. and maybe that's a good thing. it kind of feels good, having someone in your corner. pushing and expecting and hoping. )
No more talking. More thinking, more driving, more making grilled cheese so we can eat when you get here.
( that last thing was for him to do, not for Nancy to do, hopefully that's clear!! )
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Date: 2022-11-07 03:31 am (UTC)Really? wait okay yeah hold that thought.
i'll hold that thought.
coaching and grilled cheese?? i love where your head is at.
i might need to get gas so i'll see you in
40 minutes
tops
okay??
i'll see you soon
[ it turns out grammar doesn't stand a chance against her crush on steve harrington. or a chance against her trying to hurry out the door because of said crush on steve harrington. either one. both. although she does get changed into something a little more comfortable first, knowing steve's in sweatpants.
steve's in s w e a t p a n t s. --focus!
she makes a face at her gas gauge when it confirms that yes, she's basically running on fumes, but it is what it is. it'll only add an extra twenty minutes or so to her trip. nothing crazy. unless there are people already using the pumps when she gets there. ... which there are, so it definitely feels like a lot longer than twenty minutes, even while she keeps checking her watch to make sure it hasn't been. when it's her turn, she somehow manages to wait for a full tank instead of stopping at half, but only barely. although she almost forgets to wait for her change after paying. woops.
but okay! yeah! great! she's officially on her way. and it ultimately did take her about 40 to 45 minutes to get there, but if she could survive the wait, then he certainly could, too. that being said, she takes note of the fact that it's just his car in the driveway, which means he's home alone, which means she only rings the doorbell once before inviting herself in, announcing her arrival with a slightly singsongy- ]
Hey! It's just me! [ she's sort of lingering near the front door even once she's closing it behind her, because his house is actually way too big to just be wandering around looking for him, even though she wants to. but she's sure he's either in the kitchen, or in the living room, or his bedroom maybe? which are all within earshot. so hopefully! he heard her. or at least heard the doorbell. ] Hellooo-oh? I'm ready for my promised Peppermint Paaaah-tties.
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Date: 2022-11-09 03:20 am (UTC)( Steve is a proponent of responsible driving, so he won't distract Nancy with more talk of sweatpants or baseball pants or coaching or anything else that will slow down how long it takes her to show up. time is a liquid sort of thing when he's a little peaked, and he's naturally dramatic about Nancy. the combination is going to make it feel like a lifetime of waiting anyway. best to not throw roadblocks in way of her at his door, like continued commentary on summer jobs or what else he may or may not be wearing.
besides, let the girl have a little bit of an imagination!
it is probably for the best he's got time to wind down, a little, by the time Nancy shows up. Steve isn't. great. with restraint. when he's tweaked. food, laughter, touch. which perhaps bodes badly for when both of them are a little lit, which is the whole idea of the evening. look! look. they don't have to steamroll straight into the danger zone, now do they? they can do this, and fool around a little, without going too far too fast.
...probably. that's the idea. and maybe it's partly the weed talking, that Steve is certain they can be chill about this. he wants to believe!! or he is less concerned with distance when he's already feeling good and happy to throw caution to the wind. it's one of those things. either way, he's not nervous about the two of them not being able to control themselves — it'll be fine. definitely.
he is, in fact, not in the kitchen when Nancy arrives. taking the stairs doubletime like he's never learned how to take them at a reasonable pace. if he smells like he put on some cologne, well, it's cuz he did. it's not gonna really perfectly mask the hazy weed stink, but, the attempt was made!! and if he's a little cinna-mint-y when he kisses her, it's because he's still doesn't like pure spearmint toothpaste and his head cleared enough before Nancy's arrival that he remembered that it would be cool for him to get to do that. it's fucking wild. he can just walk up to Nancy Wheeler, even as she's sing-songing about after dinner mints, and just. bam. kiss her. this is the fucking best. frankly it feels a little surreal, like a dream. like he'll wake up and it'll have been a nice but totally impossible dream. )
Just you, ( Steve repeats, grinning like that's funny. maybe it is. maybe he's just happy. whatever. is that a crime?? just another hint of a kiss, before he groans, out loud. ) No, no, c'mon. ( there's a reason he was going doubletime down those stairs, maybe, and in the interest of not burning his house down he's gotta go flip those grilled cheeses. so he abandons Nancy at the door, idly gesturing that she follow, and trusting that she will. phew, only one of his sandwiches is questionably dark. ) Perfect, ( Steve says about his handiwork, with undeserved confidence. he'll just eat the especially toasty one, all right? it's fine. )
Uh... pantry. Top shelf. ( there's a slow lift of his eyebrows as Steve realizes that'll be a bit of a reach of Nancy, and a mild look of amusement and anticipation that he'll get to watch her stretch for it. it's a knowing and unspoken go for it as he leans against the counter to enjoy the show. )
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Date: 2022-11-09 04:38 am (UTC)her brows perk up when he repeats her, but he doesn't give her time to ask why he felt the need to. which is probably for the best, since she's pretty sure that particular smile meant he was thinking of something ridiculously charming or sweet or thoughtful or ..ridiculous, yeah, something that she would have barely been able to handle hearing him say. anyway, she's much more interested in following the smell of grilled-cheesy-goodness coming from the kitchen, even if it does alarm her a bit that he definitely just came down from upstairs to meet her at the door, so how long..? whatever. nothing's on fire. it's fine.
"perfect" does make her laugh, and she doesn't mention the sandwich that's a little more well done than the other? but the way she peers into the pan probably makes it obvious she's thinking about it. ]
Oh! [ she didn't forget asking about the peppermint patties, but was she distracted by the smooching and the way steve looked so proud of his delicious fire hazard? yes. but she practically twirls in her haste to turn back to get to said pantry, and then
tilts her head
back. so she can peer up. at the top shelf.
which isn't completely out of reach, but she can't see the silver bag sitting at the edge of the shelf or anything, which means she probably won't be able to grab it herself. so there's a frustrated huff before she turns, ready to ask him for help.
but that was before she caught his expression. and then it turns out that nope! no, she actually does not need help from boys that give her that expression! which is obvious by the way her "can i get some help?" face turns into something more of a "check this shit out" face. there's a moment of consideration once she's looking up at the shelf again, a step back to see where she should be aiming her blind, desperate grasp, a quick peek around the bottom of the pantry for some assistance ( but of course there's no step stool, steve's mom is built like an amazon goddess, she doesn't need a step stool. ) and then she's just..... going for it. she lifts up on her toes as tall as she can, reaching up up up with one hand, and barely managing to hook the tips of her fingers over the edge. it can't even be considered a grip. but she'll still feel around like maybe the bag will just gravitate towards her hand if she stays there long enough.
she's trying her best!!!! ]
Why are you so - [ S T R E T C H!!!! then she laughs, drops flat on her feet, catches her breath, then lifts back up to S T R E T C H!!! ] - mean, Harrington-?
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Date: 2022-11-27 04:36 am (UTC)and frankly, when Steve is a little lit, any kind of food is good. a little burned is nothing compared to the abominations he's concocted out of leftovers, frozen dinners, and whatever he could find at the back of the pantry.
speaking of the pantry, Steve makes no move to step in and assist. and in fact, he enjoys the show as her expression shifts to determined I'll show this prick, and the adorable straining for mints that are somehow on Steve's side in all this, and stay intently just out of reach. ) Mean? ( Steve repeats, playfully astonished, not even looking at the plate he flips his well-done grilled cheese out onto as he tries to stifle a grin. )
I make you dinner, I'm willing to share candy, I'm gonna get you completely and utterly baked, and I'm mean, huh? ( wow, what an accusation. especially considering his hands are on his lanky hips, full noted asshole posture, enjoying Nancy's slim form strained against his unforgiving cupboard shelves. did she know her sweater hiked up a little in that determined reaching she was doing? no? Steve noticed, for sure. they've agreed to take it slow on the hanky panky front, he didn't forget, but hey! looking isn't against the rules, now is it? ) I could reach those for you, probably. But now I'm gonna need some inspiration, Nance. Words hurt, you know. Mean. Me.
( Nancy will know his feelings aren't hurt about as much as she knows he's being a brat on purpose. it's fine. especially if she folds to the be sweet on him blackmail. he'll get her the candy eventually either way, so why not, right? surely Nancy sees the logic there. )
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Date: 2022-12-01 07:34 am (UTC)no she didn't.]Oh, you need inspiration.
[ very "ohh mhm mhm i see i see!". she knows the bratty attitude is him being a goofball, and she could very easily just turn it around on him with a solid "fine, i don't really want any candy anyway", but there are a few other options that are way more fun, so... yeah, she'll be going with those. she chews her bottom lip as she looks up in very serious thought, like she really needs to think this one over. how to inspire and motivate steve into helping her? HMMM. it's not long before that lip bite becomes a small pout, because there might be 100 ways to play this, but she ends up going with a classic approach, because... why try to fix something that isn't broken?
so she pouts, slowly mosies closer to him - not shy or timid, really, just slower than her usual pace - until she's close enough that she has to tip her chin up a bit to keep her eyes on his, and close enough to pinch the hem of his t-shirt, twisting it around her finger. ]
I really want a Peppermint Patty, but I just can't think of a way to inspire you. Do you think- Could you get them down from the shelf for me anyway? Please? [ she reaches for one of his hands so she can tug it off of his hip with a loose grip around his wrist, although she doesn't really let go even once their hands are hanging between them. she slides her hand down so she can draw little swirls along the inside of his wrist with her fingertips, just under the heel of his hand. she doesn't actually know if it's a particularly sensitive spot for him, but he always seemed to like it whenever she did this when she was feeling soft and touchy ( in a more genuine way than right now, hah ), so... maybe it was? if nothing else, she's hoping the pot will help her out with this one. ] Because m'really sorry, Steve. I shouldn't have called you mean. It's so sweet of you to share your candy with me, and make me a grilled cheese sandwich. [ there's a "i always love when you cook for me" paired with a "you always take good care of me" but... that's a little too real for a playful, pouty plea for minty chocolate ]
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Date: 2022-12-03 09:44 pm (UTC)and maybe he should have been more cautious, throwing Nancy right back into the flirty wind. after all, they're not the same dumb teenagers they were, when they did this last time. maybe their flirting has to be more adult. different, world weary, worn down on the edges, just like they are. maybe it's a little too nostalgic, to flirt with her just like he used to, when he would pull absolutely any excuse out of thin air to convince her he needed a kiss or a touch or her close to accomplish something. maybe he's gotta up his game, figure out what graduating in a month Nancy Wheeler likes, instead of just spit balling with the stuff that worked on her when she was 16.
only, maybe it still works on her now, because she slinks over, looks at him under those soft curly lashes that he used to fall asleep counting, toys with the hem of his shirt and impressively keeps a composed pout on her face despite how warm and bubbly being like this again feels. how does she do it? Steve isn't totally sure, Nancy makes standing this close and not kissing seem so easy. that she's just perfectly content with keeping a few scant inches between them, the pad of her thumb rubbing circles on his wrist. Steve feels a few steps away from crazy when Nancy is this close, and she's still wiling on about grilled cheese and mint candies and not at all knowing how to convince him, really! he doesn't quite remember when his hand moved from his hip to hers, it just happened. felt natural. like that was the obvious update to positions, when Nancy was close enough to touch.
is it the pot, or is it just being a huge and complete dope for Nancy, that does it? jury is out, because Steve would get her the mints whether he was toked right now or not. and he should probably keep up with the game, offer a heavy sigh and a dramatic I guess I could manage that, but instead it sort of falls away to the first thing that comes to mind in the moment. ) I missed this. ( talking about nothing in his kitchen, Nancy close enough that he can smell the hint of floral perfume under her hairspray. the bright dance in blue eyes that gave away how much she was enjoying something, even if Nancy has a hell of a poker face. totally blowing a hole in your own flirty game here, Harrington, but it's the truth, and he did! is it so wrong to say it? he missed it, and relatedly, he's very glad to not have to miss it more. )
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Date: 2022-12-04 05:38 am (UTC)I did, too. [ she's trying really hard not to lean - not to lean closer, an DEFINITELY not to lean against him - but it's probably obvious that she wants to, especially once she unravels his shirt from around her fingers and rests the tips of her fingers against his stomach instead. it's not actually all that forward of a change, it's just a different tone, that's all. ] I missed you. A lot. [ which is weird, considering they've been hanging out pretty frequently at this point, but. it makes sense in her head. ] C'mere. [ welp, so much for not leaning. her hand slips up so she can hook her finger in his collar, although it's really more for just effect than anything else, because she takes it upon herself to lift up on her toes and tilt her head just right, to kiss him in a casually soft way that they so have not discussed as something they should be tempting themselves with??? exactly?? but. oops. ask for forgiveness, not permission, right? although honestly, the way he's looking at her feels like permission. it's that kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me do it do it do it do it look that he's so good at. his face is the one that needs a reminder of the rules, not her. ]
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Date: 2022-12-23 02:08 am (UTC)besides. there's never a time, or a place, that Nancy does not have permission to kiss him. which might prove an awkward stance to have, in execution that could be a really bad thing. what if she wants to kiss him in the middle of a crosswalk, or at some old lady's funeral? they'll cross that bridge when they come to it. kissing him in his kitchen is probably pretty safe, all things considered.
it's not a sort of kiss they've discussed but surely, soft kisses, just-cuz-I-felt-like-it kisses, are absolutely fair game? they don't have to mean much at all, besides the obvious, I really want to kiss you thing. he doesn't lean far to meet her, which requires some tippy-toeing and further leaning to accomplish it, but who said that was a bad thing? )
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Date: 2022-12-23 03:43 am (UTC)definitely biting his bottom lip and giving it a little tug before pulling back with a smile. she doesn't move away, which means she's still leaning about 80% of her body against his, but with enough space between them that she doesn't go crosseyed trying to focus on his face. ]
We shooould [ ditch the "slow" plan, make out more, move this to your bedroom, all of the above ] eat those sandwiches before they get cold, hm? [ she gives him one more quick peck on the lips before settling flat on her feet again, then reaches to grab the plate with the less-charred grilled cheese for her so she can focus on that instead of the way she wants to just keep kissing him. she turns to leave the kitchen with the full confidence of someone that knows exactly where they're headed to next, to carry out the rest of their plans for the day. it's not as if there are a million possible places they could go, so she's not too worried about it. he'll just have to catch up to lead the way. ] And I'm ready for you to show me what all the fuss is about with the, ah- y'know. With the stuff. [ why she can't just say "pot" or "about getting high" is a mystery, but her voice still has all the confidence in the world, as does the way she so-very casually throws the statement over her shoulder, followed by a slightly dramatic ] Mmmmmphf! [ after impatience gets the best of her and she takes the very satisfying toasty first bite of her sandwich. ] --'sho good.
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Date: 2022-12-23 05:23 am (UTC)frankly, Steve is not thinking about the unfortunate Slow Decision. he's not thinking much at all, besides how Nancy feels against him. he just barely has leaned down to meet her, much more focused on kissing her more — grilled cheese who? peppermint patties? never heard of 'em — and then one last butterfly kiss and then she's gone. Steve does not have the brainpower to process what just happened to him. this isn't fair. he even squints a little, like he's not sure it really happened. stoned brains tick on half time, so when his sad little noggin realizes what happened it is already far too late and Nancy is munching her way through a grilled cheese and waltzing off to another room.
what a brat. why is he smiling??? goddamn, is he gone on Nancy Wheeler.
Steve pauses long enough to fetch her mints before he follows, even having to jog a few steps to manage it. nobody powerwalks like Nancy. ) C'mon, ( and he doesn't lead the way, just catches an arm around her and navigates her into the family room. is it pointedly not in the direction of the den and the pool just out the back? yes. it is pointedly not in the direction of the den, and the pool just out the back. )
And you're a brat, by the way. ( he would have liked to do a bit more kissing in that kitchen! just fyi!!! two can play at being brats, so releasing her with a farewell pat on the ass just feels fair. well — is that Steve being a brat, or is that Steve wanting to touch Nancy's butt and lacking the maybe don't processing when he's a little toked? it could really be either. he drops on the faded plaid couch and abandons his already half eaten sandwich (when did that happen??? boys are impossible mysteries) and peppermints on the coffee table to fuss with a cigar box. no cigars in it, turns out. his dad would be furious. )
Your mom ever let you finish one of her cigarettes? ( Steve wonders, idly, sparing a glance towards Nancy before plucking a blunt from box and letting it just barely hang from his mouth as he tries to remember where he put his lighter. )
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Date: 2022-12-26 03:23 am (UTC)sneaking around behind her parents' backs to fight off various things that go bump in the night is one thing, but smoking a joint with her ..steve, right out in the open? scandalous. true teenage rebellion. she's about to say as much, actually admit that this is making her feel so rebellious, but luckily he saves her from that embarrassment making her stop in her tracks by calling her a brat, and giving her a quick tap on the butt. she gasps like she would be clutching her pearls, if she was wearing them ] Hey! [ then laughs, even as she feels the tops of her cheeks turn rosy. ] I am not a brat. You're a brat.
[ good one.
she doesn't stand back for very long, eventually moving around the couch to sit down next to him. although she's less relaxed than he is about it, with her plate on her lap and her hands holding onto either side of it because her heel is bouncing just enough to lightly jostle it. the rest of her body language is more curious than anything else, at least, watching him closely. ]
Did she ever what..? [ close enough that she doesn't quite follow what's a pretty straight forward train of thought. it's not that she doesn't understand the question, but she wasn't expecting it, so it takes her a moment. she shakes her head. ] Oh, um. No? But I've never asked her if I could. [ the corner of her mouth quirks up as she watches him, catches onto the way his eyes are moving in search of something, then reaches out so she can lift the bag of peppermint patties and move it to the left by just an inch or two, revealing the lighter that was hidden under it. ] This would be the first time I've ever actually wanted to try smoking, believe it or not. And it's all because you're such a terrible influence, Steve Harrington. [ she swipes the lighter off the table before he gets the chance to, holding it between them, closer to herself than towards him. because she's not above initiating a lowkey keep-away challenge as a way of flirting. ] Need this?
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Date: 2022-12-26 06:36 am (UTC)the point is, there's not a big chance of his parents stumbling in to find him toking up his girlfriend in the family room. even if they did show up at random, this is the last possible place in Hawkins it'd be. which is... sad. best to not unpack, when the idea of getting a little lit is to forget about things and be happy awhile.
Steve lifts his eyebrows at Nancy, an unspoken, oh yeah? at the brat accusation. a firm departure from the woe-is-me-noted-nice-guy-Steve-Harrington from the kitchen. in this instance, it doesn't seem to really be an insult. it crinkles downward into amusement when Nancy needs a couple tries to understand the question, but doesn't comment. ) I'm so sorry I made you want to get a little high and have a little fun but actually, you deserve it. We both do. ( yeah, they deserve getting a little blitzed on his mom's old couch! that's a thing. right? no? okay, well, if not karmically deserved, in Steve's opinion deserved. same enough difference. )
Yeah, I do. ( he's not totally sure how he lost it and it ended up with Nancy, but it isn't so much a problem as a unique opportunity. he could absolutely light it on his own, it does feel a bit like a part of the experience. so he leans a little closer, expression expectant. ) You gotta keep it on longer than you'd think, all right? I'll tell you when.
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Date: 2022-12-28 05:42 am (UTC)although her brows flick up when he moves closer to her, because she definitely wasn't expecting this to be a team effort, but- yeah, alright. she's game. she's so got this.
she turns to sit facing him properly, mostly for her own peace of mind, since it lends to a steady hand as she lifts the lighter up between them. she tips her head to make sure she's got it all lined up right, the corner of her mouth quirking up as she sets her thumb against the spark wheel and igni-
hmmmmmmmm.
ignites it! there. second time's a charm.
and now! she absolutely doesn't know where to look. in a completely innocent way, at first, because this is a learning experience and she wants to watch what he's doing, but-- it's his mouth, come on, of course she gets distracted. she's never understood the sex appeal of smoking that some people tend to go on about, like she just doesn't get it. it doesn't turn her off, but it's never turned her on, either. ..but that said! maybe it's the closeness, the fact that it's steve, or both, but when the joint quietly crackles as it catches, and he starts to inhale, she's- fixated, yeah. she's already sitting close enough to him that she's at least spared the embarrassment of leaning in even closer, but the way her lips part as she matches his slow inhale, then press shut once he lets her know she can lower the lighter, isn't exactly subtle either.
hopefully he's caught her staring at his mouth enough times in the past that he'll know she's not intentionally trying to signal anything, but instead realizes that there's definitely some part of her nerd brain that's counting the number of seconds that pass before he exhales.
she didn't realize she lifted her free hand to lightly settle on his shoulder until she's dropping it to conveniently distract herself by fiddling with the lighter, but it was just her fingertips?? barely there. so maybe it's fine. when she looks up again, she just watches him for a moment, then- ]
So you just... Breathe in? [ it didn't sound like such a silly question in her head, but once she says it, she ends up huffing a laugh, looking back down at her lap again ] I mean, doesn't it burn a little bit? You're inhaling smoke, I don't- [ get it. her life's embarrassing, yes. but she's still smiling, even as she looks at him again and straight up pleads- ] You can't make fun of me if I don't get it right the first time, okay? You have to promise.
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Date: 2023-01-08 05:33 am (UTC)hash is a little different. it feels a predictable, to smoke dope and disappoint his dad just a tiny bit more. it's nice, though — not a high so jarring that it makes him feel like someone else. more like it lets him sink back to someone he used to be. a time machine that doesn't smell particularly good. lets his brain slow down enough to relax. and something about weed is even sexier than a cigarette. probably because when he's high he's handsy, like a cat that needs petting or it might spontaneously combust. Steve wonders what kind of high Nancy is going to be.
he's always intrigued by the girl underneath everything she's trying so hard to be. trying and succeeding, usually, it's just that all of it seems to be a lot. and that was before she started moonlighting saving the world, or taking down corrupt federal labs.
so you just... breathe it in. Steve huffs a laugh, huffs out the rest of the smoke over his shoulder so it doesn't up directly in Nancy's imploring face. she's taking this so seriously, which is adorable — getting high is usually the opposite of serious, for most people. ) And then out, ( he agrees, handing over the goods and propping his head in one hand to be a considerate coach through her first hit. ) I won't, ( Steve promises, but there's a stupid smile already pulling at his stupid face, so, it might be impossible to ask him not to tease her a little. he reaches over with his free hand, fingers barely fluttering at Nancy's jaw so the pad of his thumb can ghost over her lower lip. it doesn't linger long, his hand dropping to her neck instead. just a little support, you know, since she's nervous! or, okay. really, there's no reason for the touch. besides the fact he's lit and can't quite remember why he can't touch her wherever he wants. )
It just burns a little. You're gonna wanna cough, but wait until it's out or it'll feel like shit. ( in a weird way, they both are used to an uncomfortable feeling persisting in their lungs. luckily, weed smoke clears, unlike Upside Down air that seems to cling and linger, making every breath feel weird for weeks. )
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Date: 2023-01-09 01:03 am (UTC)and you'd think after all the shit they've been through, smoking pot for the first time wouldn't feel all that intimidating, but it is. it so is. it's intimidating in the way it's one of the most uncomplicated, stereotypical, straight-laced-teenager-learning-to-cut-loose situations she's found herself in, in a really long time. so ironically enough, watching him reach up to touch her without actually touching her, until his hand settles on her neck ( although maybe he did actually touch her, because her lips still feel tingly, right where his thumb lingered over them, even after he moves it away ) - actually is pretty comforting. distracting, but comforting.
her gaze drops from his as she wills her cheeks not to flush any darker than the pink she feels already settling there, only looking back up at him again as she nods - ] Right. [ and takes in that last little bit of advice.
it all seems very simple. and he certainly made it look easy. so she takes a quick breath, brings the joint to her lips. ..peeks at him past the lighter she's holding up, regrets it almost immediately once she sees he's already watching her because he looks sort of dreamy in more ways than one and wow that's a lot, so she rolls her eyes before looking away again to try and save face. she knows there's no way it worked, but whatever. okay.
she starts out fine, inhaling slowly once she flicks the lighter to life, humming a happy little sound when she can feel the subtle change once she's actually inhaling smoke, and it's okay to move it away. but. for some reason she didn't anticipate that she would be able to taste it, and especially not that it would taste kind of awful. so her brow pinches tight, but she tries too tough it out, stubbornly inhaling a little sharper, not realizing that would only make things way worse. ] Nh-hn. [ first it was her 16 year-old self, then a confused kitten, and now she sounds like a toddler that's learning for the first time that she really does not like brussels sprouts!!! and completes the look with watery eyes and a quick shake of her head, making her hair fluff up on either side of her face.
at least she manages to hand him the joint back in a hurry before sitting back and turning her face away, trying to get the smoke out of her throat with a sharp exhale. she coughs against her shoulder after, and it's not as much as she was expecting ( because she really didn't inhale much at all ), but she still whines because shit, he was right, it does burn. and it does feel like shit. and now she's wishing she grabbed something to drink before waltzing out of the kitchen before. damn. she clears her throat, winces at how scratchy it feels, then shakes her head again ]
That- That tasted so bad. Really, really bad. Blegh. [ she even sticks her tongue out with a wince - gross, gross, gross. she huffs! slouches! P O U T S!!! ] I think I burned my tongue.
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Date: 2023-01-23 03:07 am (UTC)and then she doubles down and takes a second hit before she is even done with the first one, and Steve grimaces empathetically because he knows that's not going to be the most fun coming back up. he accepts the weed before it can tumble and burn a hole through his mother's last season couch and abandons it momentarily in an ashtray to rub Nancy's back empathetically as she coughs. ) I know, ( Steve says, and his voice is a little tinted with trying not to laugh again, but to be fair he's mildly toked over here. that makes everything funny! and Nancy is just... so cute. really. it's not like he's never noticed, in fact he's always noticed. truly he has consistently clocked Nancy Wheeler is adorable, it's his blessing and his curse to be so constantly aware of it. the point is, he already knew! it just hits deeper and different, a little high. )
Here, ( Steve says, and... what does that even mean? he doesn't elaborate, just leaves. returns less than a minute later with water, because toked brain hadn't been enough to think to bring some along, it had been aware enough to notice she might need a drink after that. he hands over a bottle of water, sets a few more on the coffee table. retrieves the joint as she cracks her drink open, takes another hit as he contemplates. ) You hit it too hard, that's all. I can help you, if you want.
( help her how? Steve doesn't elaborate that any more than he had when he disappeared to get her water, just looks at her expectantly to see if she'll agree or not. )
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Date: 2023-01-29 03:50 am (UTC)god, she needs to stop thinking about how easy it would be to ditch the plan and crawl onto his lap to snuggle for a while instead. she has a theory that the way he'd wrap her up in his arms and hold her tight would basically be as relaxing as whatever pot does, right???? ... no, okay. well, like, yes, it would be, but no, she shouldn't do that. she can chill out, she can get this. and least she knows what to expect now?
her brows lift as she takes a slow sip of water, grateful for the way it manages to get the worst of that burnt taste and feeling out of her mouth, but too curious about his offer to help to drink as much of it as she probably should. whatever, it's not going anywhere. ]
I didn't know it was possible smoke too hard. [ she really DIDN'T but she still adds some sass to the comment ] But... sure? How exactly do you help someone smoke?
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Date: 2023-01-29 05:34 am (UTC)( classic rookie mistake. Steve remembers all sorts of parties where a freshman or a new kid would try to look cool, pull too hard, and the entire room would laugh as smoke came out their ears. which... in hindsight, not that funny. he's gacked on a bad pull before, it sucks. the point is, it's not unheard of, to get in your head about it. try and take in too much, hold it too long, freak out when it comes back burning and brutal. the first hit is always the worst, after that it starts to kick in and they don't matter as much.
Steve cleared through half his water while Nancy is contemplating his offer, because beyond handsy and hungry, he's always thirsty stoned. honestly, Steve just sort of assumed Nancy would know what he meant by help. he clearly did not take her to enough parties if she doesn't know what a shotgun is. though, this might be the better way to accomplish it, all things considered. and the realization of that creeps onto Steve's face slowly, in a cat with the cream sort of smile. )
It's easy. All you gotta do is breathe in, breathe out. Simple. ( Steve abandons his bottle on the coffee table, and it's so obvious he's conspiring things they might as well be written on his face. ) Close your eyes, it'll help. ( that's not ominous at all, right? surely Nancy will have no problem settling back and closing her eyes when he's looking at her like a snack and he just got a bad case of the munchies. )
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