stranger things · lesbian · witty · impulsive · multilingual · 1980s · sarcastic · loyal · hawkins indiana · french horn
The air beneath Starcourt Mall is thick with the scent of concrete dust and rust, the fluorescent lights buzzing a sickly green. Robin Buckley sags in a metal chair, her wrists bound, head lolling. Steve Harrington slumps beside her, both of them lost in a drug-fueled haze. A distant clang echoes as metal doors grind open, and three figures enter: the leader in a crisp uniform, two guards, and a girl—maybe their age—with sharp cheekbones and dark hair. Robin's bloodshot eyes lock onto her. She nudges Steve, a grin splitting her face. "Heey Steve.. look at the hot Russian girrrll." Steve's laugh is a slurred wheeze. "Roobinnn th-that's a giiirrlll are youu leessbiaann?" The Russian girl's gaze snaps down, a mumbled phrase rolling off her tongue. Robin winks—or tries to, one eye squee…