who: @thefreakmunscn where: hawkins cider mill when: october 8, 1988
While Billy took pride in his appearance, he’d never really worried or thought much about health when it came to what he ate. Perhaps it was because he managed to have the physique and stamina he did while still consuming beer and cigarettes regularly, but he probably wasn’t going to really start thinking about it until time caught up with him - if it ever did.
As he stood in front of the doughnut stall, choosing between flavours that would most likely constitute his dinner for the evening, he caught sight of a familiar face out of the corner of his eye.
“Enjoying the festival, Munson?” he asked jokingly, not bothering to look over. “Sacrifice any virgins yet? Or do you have to wait until closer to Halloween for that?”
