we drank too many beers and got too scared of the dark
This is for @ghost-grantaire—based off an ask she got. It was supposed to be giggly and fun. I apologize in advance, babe ;~)
She was giggling so much that her sides hurt, holding onto his shoulders as he swayed drunkenly. “You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington,” she breathed, meeting his eyes.
That’s when she realised it was dark; she couldn’t see them. Nancy let go of his jacket and fumbled around for the light switch on the wall, flicking it on. A dim brightness filled the room. She turned around just as Steve lunged forward and grabbed her around the waist. He threw them both down on the bed.
Nancy was still laughing as he kissed her, because kissing a drunk Steve Harrington was like making out with a doped up dog. His warm lips pressed sloppily against her cheek, when he was really aiming for her mouth.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, drawing away to look at her. Nancy caught her breath, pushing his hair from his forehead.