COME ON EILEEN ━━ ❝ These people round here
Were beaten down, eyes sunk in smoke-dried face.
They're so resigned to what their fate is
But not us! ❞
[steve harrington x oc]
[stranger things s2 - s3]
[cover by gracefulheretic]
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
CHAPTER TWO: ROCKY'S RINK.
⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅
IF EILEEN WASN'T working down at the diner or relaxing at her house (despite her sister and her friends constantly shouting from the basement that often made it difficult to relax), then she was at Rocky's Rink.
Located down the street from Hawkins movie theater, The Hawk, a medium sized building in the shape of a peculiar oval stood tall with a bright blue neon sign strung up out front that welcomed everyone of all ages to come inside and give ice skating a try. It was built long before Eileen's father was born, being passed down from generation to generation with Rocky Strope being the current owner. Eileen vaguely remembered meeting the former owner, Randall Strope, Rocky's father, but that was when she was still a little girl and many of those memories had faded away over time. When Randall died, Rocky took over the ice skating rink at the ripe age of eighteen after Randall left it to her. Many townspeople doubted that the young woman would be able to properly manage it, but eleven years later, she was doing a fantastic job.
Rocky's Rink was doing better than it ever had thanks to Rocky's sometimes unorthodox leadership skills.
"I swear to god, if I hear one more negative comment outta you, I'm takin' away your skating privileges for the rest of the year." Dean Murdock gaped, eyes growing wide as he threw his arms out at his sides for emphasis. Rocky Strope just pointed a finger at him, shaking her head when the teenager went to speak. "I mean it, Dean. Your negative attitude is really bringing this place down━━━it's the reason we don't have any customers yet."
Eileen blinked, sharply turning her attention to Rocky. "Ouch."
Rocky scoffed, rolling her eyes with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Oh, come on, Eileen. You don't count."
Eileen only became even more offended, giving the older woman a glare. "Double ouch."
"Stop that. You know you're one of my favorite humans," Rocky said, giving Eileen a small smile. Eileen shook her head and returned the woman's smile. Then she turned her head towards Dean who was sitting next to her, snickering at the offense that was still blatantly obvious on his features. Rocky noticed as well. "You, not so much. Now get back to work or I'll fire you and replace you with Eileen."
"You always say that but then you never do," Dean replied, tilting his head as if challenging Rocky.
Rocky leaned her elbows against the counter, narrowing her eyes on Dean. "Maybe this time I'll stick to my word."
Dean softly chuckled, but his smile started to fade when Rocky's stern expression didn't deter in the slightest. Eileen shifted on the stool, resting one of her elbows on the counter. Her hand partially covered her mouth, shielding her growing grin from Dean. If anyone else was inside the ice skating rink, they would've thought Rocky and Dean were actually fighting. But, Eileen had been going there long enough and knew Rocky and Dean well enough to know that this was just normal banter between them; they weren't actually fighting.
