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azalea monroe just
wanted a normal,
relaxing summer.
robin buckley just
wanted to save money
at her $3 an hour job.
and they were both
about to get more than
they bargained for.
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STRANGER THINGS
season 3 - completed
season 4 - ongoing...
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Azalea grabbed her tote bag from the back of Scoops Ahoy, stuffing all the snacks she had found into it.
She got a bunch chips and candy from the vending machines, bottles of water, and a couple empty ice cream cones. It wasn't much, but the entire food court was closed—the only thing actually still open and operating this late was the movie theatre showing the last movie of the night.
Despite expressing her confidence to Dustin, Azalea was a bit on edge, nervous that at any second some evil Russian would find her. She kept the lights off to avoid drawing attention. But she was still moving fast due to nerves.
Which is why when the Scoops back door creaked open, Azalea grabbed the nearest weapon she could find and stood, ready to defend herself.
"Woah, woah! Hey!" Robin cried, arms raised in surrender, "It's just me!"
Azalea sighed in relief, dropping the broom she had previously raised to defend herself. Robin quirked a small smile at the weapon choice.
Robin walked into the dark room, using a flashlight she had gotten from Dustin. She shone it on the bag, "Snacks?"
"Yeah," Azalea smiled, opening the bag towards her to show the goodies, "Want something?"
Robin jumped and sat criss-cross on the cold floor, then patted the spot across from her, "Sit with me. It'll be like a picnic."
"I don't know," Azalea said hesitantly, "We probably shouldn't stay here. And shouldn't we find the others?"
Robin shook her head, "We'll be fine. We have to wait for the movie to end to try to sneak out of the mall with the rush. Besides, I puked up all the drugs, so you don't have to babysit me."
"Aw man," Azalea teased, sitting across from Robin, "You were pretty funny drugged."
Robin placed the flashlight between them, facing the ceiling for a dim light and snatched Azalea's tote to grab some snacks, "I kinda wish I was still drugged. Now I'm 'normal' again, my body hurts all over."
Azalea winced knowing the Russians tortured Robin the same as her for information, "I'm sorry...But I get it, my jaw is still throbbing."
"Let me see," Robin offered with worry.
Azalea titled her head to the left and upward, exposing her bruised jawline.
Robin absentmindedly ran her finger along Azalea's jaw, inspecting the damage, giving Azalea full-body chills.
Her breath hitched under Robin's touch.
Robin seemed to realize what she was doing and immediately pulled off of her, "Sorry...That bruise is kind of badass though."
