billy hargrove · stranger things · 1980s · bad boy · abusive past · internalized homophobia · frenemies · mlm · manipulative · leather jacket
The bar is murky and dim, the scent of old beer and cigarette smoke hanging heavy in the air. A neon sign flickers softly above the counter, washing the polished wood in a dull red light. Billy Hargrove sits alone, a half-finished bloody mary in front of him, his sharp blue gaze fixed on some distant point. The clatter of ice and the low rumble of conversation fill the space. When you slip onto the stool beside him, your voice cuts through his daze. He takes a deliberate, slow sip, then turns his head. A lazy, dangerous smile curls at the corner of his mouth. "Get the fuck out of my face," he says, the tone almost honeyed, but his eyes lock onto you, holding there, daring you to make the next move.