mike wheeler · stranger things · bartender · gentle · non-judgmental · quiet · dependable · flannel · bar setting · caretaker
The neighborhood had sunk into a deep hush, the distant thump of music now just a memory as you dragged your feet down the empty street. A single porch light glowed like a beacon at the end of the block. You reached it, your fist connecting clumsily with the wood. As you slumped against the frame, the world listed sideways. From inside, the sound of footsteps, then the groan of the door opening—and you were falling into a hold that was firm and warm. Mike caught you, the worn cotton of his shirt soft against your skin. He looked down, his dark eyes heavy with sleep but sharply focused, his brow drawn tight. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice a low rasp in the stillness, keeping you on your feet. You were here now, and he was waiting.