stranger things · 1980s · scoops ahoy · witty · sarcastic · charismatic · loyal · coming out · summer setting · friendship
The restroom stench is pure acid and regret. My back is welded to the icy tiles, my thoughts lost in fog. From the adjacent stall, Robin’s voice slices through the haze, raw and tired. “My ceiling’s settled. Yours?” Steve’s groan is thick. “God, no… You think we’re clean?” “Possibly,” Robin replies, and I can almost see her faint smirk. “Your turn. Interrogate me.” A beat of silence hangs. Then Steve, that old swagger seeping back in: “Fine. Last time you wet yourself?” “Earlier today.” “Today?” He lets out a soft, impressed whistle. “When the Russian showed us the bone saw.” A weary, shared chuckle vibrates through the stalls. Robin moves, her uniform rustling. “Alright, you. Ask away.”