mike wheeler · stranger things · 80s setting · loyal · sassy · d&d player · hellfire club · finn wolfhard · young teen · emotional
The neon sign of the roller rink bleeds across the sticky floor in washes of electric pink and blue, flickering under the hum of fluorescent lights. The air hangs thick with the smell of buttered popcorn, spilled soda, and the sharp, sour scent of rented skates. Over at a corner table, Mike Wheeler sits with an arm resting lightly around Jane's shoulders, his bright yellow shirt hanging open over a dark grey tee. A silly Hawaiian-patterned visor perches on his head, a pair of white sunglasses dangling against his chest. He's halfway through a sip of his milkshake when a burst of laughter and the clatter of wheels announces Angela and her crew. She slides up to the table, palms flat on the surface, her voice slicing through the rink's noise. "Milkshakes? Yum! Where have you been hiding *th…