••••• "Don't don't you want me? / You know I can't believe it when you say that you don't need me" •••••
"This might be the stupidest thing I've ever gotten myself involved in, but I'm in."
In which Steve Harrington and Kimberly Henderson go from be...
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"Okay, help me get this straight," Kim said, the trio walking towards the library. "Eddie's uncle, Wayne, thinks that Victor Creel escaped from Pennhurst Asylum and that he's the one running around committing these murders?"
"Pretty much," Nancy confirmed.
Robin shook her head. "But Victor committed the eyeball murders, like, way back in the '50s."
"Well, '59," Nancy corrected, opening the library doors.
"So, that means these murders predate Eleven and the Upsidedown by about 30 years?" Robin asked.
"Yeah," Nancy replied shortly, wishing Robin wouldn't talk about this so loudly in a public place.
"Which makes spooky Victor Creel like 70 years old."
"Yep," Nance nodded, taking a deep breath to try and stay calm. She rang the bell on the circulation desk, hoping a librarian would come and help them sooner rather than later.
"So, he's a grandpa murderer who can turn invisible and lift people into the air," Robin leaned on the counter.
"It doesn't make sense. I know. That's why I said it was a shot in the dark," Nancy replied tensely before hitting the bell again.
Kim stood in between the two, feeling more and more uncomfortable by the second. These were two of her closest friends; she didn't understand why they couldn't just get along with each other.
"Um, I think Robin and I thought that by 'shot in the dark' you were being modest or hiding something super solid up your sleeve that you were gonna wow all of us with later," Kim said, trying to create some peace.
Robin nodded. "But this is like, really, truly a shot in the dark. Like, we are snipers with blindfolds on who've been spun around 50 times."
Nancy pursed her lips and aggressively hit the bell until the librarian finally walked out of her office.
"Coming!" she said, a pile of books under her arm.
"Hi, sorry," Kim put on a winning smile, the one she used to use while she talked to a gas station clerk and secretly snuck candy bars up her sleeve. "We're in a bit of a rush."
"Could we possibly get the keys to the basement archives?" Nancy asked.
"Of course," the woman nodded. "Give me one second."
"Did I come off mean or condescending or something?" Robin asked Nancy as soon as the librarian was gone.
Nancy opened and closed her mouth like a fish for a second. "No."
"Right, sorry, it's just, you seem annoyed," Robin said. "You don't know me very well. I don't really have a filter or a strong grasp of social cues."
"Okay," Nancy nodded, desperately wanting this conversation to be over. Meanwhile, Kim wanted nothing more than to sink into the floor and never reappear.
