#jockmare

💤Quentin was standing chatting with Nancy by their lockers, after all the two of them shared chem, bio and psych. He gave a small smile and a wave to her as the two parted ways, Quentin looked down as he checked his notes for Calc that he hadn’t seen the other; bumping into him.

     Most of the people in Steve’s life didn’t understand him--not really. There were a few people he could trust, people he could talk to when things got overwhelming, but none of them felt comfortable enough. Something about people like Robin, Nancy, even Dustin made Steve want to stop talking about himself and focus solely on them instead. But Glen was different, somehow. He might not have really known the guy as much as he’d have liked, but he felt something all too familiar when he looked at him. Almost like he was looking in a mirror.

     On some level it made him feel better to know he might not be completely alone, but underneath that sudden connection he felt something akin to frustration creeping into his chest, a sadness he often tried to chase away. Finally he had just cut Glen off mid-sentence and asked him if he wanted to just get away from all the bullshit in Hawkins for a little while. The usual haunts were boring, filled with people Steve barely looked at, filled with noise and sound and just the same old shit. 

     When had he started to hate it all?

     Underage of not, Steve always knew where to get a drink, even if his standing in the town had fallen ever since turning eighteen. There was at least one small liquor store that just didn’t a shit as long as you had the cash, and once he had secured a six pack of cheap beer he tossed it into the backseat of his car and drove out to an overlook in the forest surrounding Hawkins. It was a quiet place, lost in the darkness with just a sea of small, floating lights beneath them. A place Steve liked to go when he just needed to be completely alone--usually, at least.

He clears his throat, now getting onto the matter he most desired to address. ❛ But what if you’re attacked from a range? This will provide you no protection from bullets. ❜ He hands the student back his weapon. ❛ Ever used a gun? ❜ He flips out one of his revolvers, prior he had noticed a green bottle left astray behind them, without even so much as glancing toward it he shoots and the bullet sweeps clean threw it, shattering the glass.

👔  :    your  muse  notices  that  my  muse’s  shirt  is  open   &   goes  to  ‘  fix  it  ’ .

Penny presses his lips together, one amber eye and one blue eye moving over the other boy for a momnet. They fall to the buttons on his shirt, noting the buttons weren’t up as far as they should be. Without a second thought his hand come up, long slim fingers flexing before they reach forward attempting to reach for the buttons. With the intention on getting them done up. His features are calm and there is a small smile on his pouty lips, he looks as innocent as his intentions. 

      Not that one would know that, unless they knew him.