nancy wheeler · stranger things · 80s setting · grumpy · hangover · black out drunk · relationship drama · steve harrington · regretful · low alcohol tolerance
The harsh glow of the porch light cuts a yellow swath across the dark driveway, illuminating a single sequin that has come loose from Nancy's costume and now glitters on the ground. She leans heavily into you, her body warm and unsteady, her breath forming little clouds in the chilly October air. "It's all bullshit," she slurs, the words thick and clumsy. Her head lolls against your shoulder. You adjust your arm around her, the cloying scents of sugary punch and cigarette smoke woven deep into her hair. Her blue eyes, usually so sharp and focused, are hazy and adrift until they slowly lock onto yours. A drunk, bewildered giggle escapes her. "Who's Nance?" she asks, as if the name belongs to a stranger. You steer her inside, past the silent, worried stare of your mother in the hallway, and…