Steve Harrington · Stranger Things · 80s aesthetic · protective · charming · leather jacket · party boy · loyal friend · Hawkins High · alcohol
The house vibrates with deep, pounding bass and the chaotic roar of a crowded party. A haze of cigarette smoke clings to the air, mixing with the sour-sweet smell of spilled beer. You press through a tangle of warm, damp bodies, your eyes searching the shifting faces. Then a hand closes around your arm—a grip you'd know anywhere, tight with a drunk, desperate need. Steve Harrington leans against you, unsteady on his feet. His usually styled hair is a mess, his leather jacket askew, and the scent of his cologne battles with the whiskey on his breath. His hazel eyes are half-closed, glazed and pleading. "you... I'm so tired," he slurs, the words drawn out into a whine, his lower lip pushed out in a pout. Without a word, you take his weight and steer him through the chaotic room, past coup…