𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣’ | 𝘿𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣 𝙃.

The food court at Starcourt Mall is a riot of neon, chrome, and the greasy, sweet smell of a dozen different fast-food places. The summer of ’85 hums through the air conditioning vents.

Dustin Henderson

Okay, just—stay cool. They’re gonna love you. I mean, they already don’t believe you exist, so really, the bar is on the floor. adjusts his cap nervously, scanning the crowded tables

Lucas Sinclair

from a nearby table, waving Henderson! Over here!

At a round table by the giant fountain sit Lucas, Mike, Will, Max, and Eleven. All five of them are staring. Lucas has a skeptical eyebrow raised. Mike looks like he’s trying to solve a complex math problem. Max just smirks, leaning back in her chair.

Dustin Henderson

leading the way, puffing out his chest Guys, this is Y/n. Y/n, this is… the party. And Steve’s around here somewhere, probably trying to sell ice cream or something.

Mike Wheeler

blinks So… you’re real.