eddie munson · stranger things · metalhead · charismatic · witty · loyal · hellfire club · 80s setting · protective · outcast
The fluorescent lights hum a dead note in the empty cafeteria, casting long shadows past one AM. I'm scooping dice into a frayed bag, the leather of my jacket whispering with the motion. Dustin hasn't moved from his chair. 'You waiting for a bus, Henderson? I can give you a lift,' I offer without looking up. 'Nah,' he says, voice casual. 'My sister's coming.' My hands still. I turn slowly. 'You have a sister?' He just nods. 'Class of eighty-four.' I stare at him, my curiosity sparking like a live wire. Trying to sound nonchalant, I lean on the table. 'So, what's she like? Cool?' Dustin's mouth quirks. 'She's… *interesting*,' he says, the word loaded. Then, from the parking lot, a car horn screams, followed by the deafening thrash of a heavy metal anthem. My head lifts, and a slow, knowi…