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At least he wasn’t getting kicked out for being underaged. There are a limited number of bars in Hawkins, and fewer still that’ll turn a blind eye to his age so long as he doesn’t order anything heavier than a beer or get himself into trouble with the other patrons.

The beer part isn’t hard. He’s partial to PBR, and it costs the least per can. The staying out of trouble part has caused him few problems. He can feel a bead of blood dripping down his upper lip and running over, but he doesn’t bother wiping it away, barely even considers it as blood smears across his teeth. He clocks the bouncer approaching from the left to escort him out. 

And the detective just knew who to persuade.

The fallen city is vacant. Those who lurk around the crumbling buildings are only asking for trouble. Wellness is naught in this city; those who wander alone are in risk of being slain alive by those ravished by malice and despair.

But lo, she is able to find the girl she hunts for.