Casey Hopper has lived an interesting life, yet she never had any real complaints. Growing up without a mother and being raised by her single father until he meets someone new. Casey is forced to leave her home of Hawkins and her best friend Steve H...
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IT WAS THE NEXT DAY. Very early in the morning. Steve and Casey found themselves entirely out of place in the butcher shop downtown. Casey looked fixatedly at the showcase of raw meat before her. A variety of everything . Chunks, slabs, slices. There was an entire suckling pig at the very end. Pale, cold, and very dead. She saw a big red sticker on the outside of the glass that read, 'FRESH DAILY'.
Steve leaned down to whisper into her ear, "How much do you think this is gonna cost?"
According to Dustin, they would need at least ten pounds. He didn't specify of what. "Just get whatever the cheapest is."
A round man, middle-aged, big beard emerged from the back. Casey recognized his face which meant that he would certainly recognize her. She was sure he'd have fun explaining this to Hopper later.
"Good morning, kids. What can I do for ya?" Casey's stomach twist watching him wipe blood from his hands onto a white towel.
Steve clears his throat, "Yeah, can we get..." He pauses, exchanging an awkward glance with Casey. She urges him to continue with a small gesture, and he sighs. "Ten pounds of 'whatever's cheapest'."
The man looks at them with suspicion, "What the hell do you two need ten pounds of meat for?"
Casey's lips curve into an unsure smile, "Oh, you know, casual monster hunt."
The butcher narrowed his eyes on them, and Casey was nervous he might turn them away. But then, he shrugged his shoulders and shook his head disappearing into the backroom. A breath of relief brushed past both teen's lips.
A few minutes later, he came back out, dropping two large white buckets onto the counter, "75." Steve walked over, taking out his wallet. He laid the money down with a curt nod, "Thanks. Help me out, Case." He took one bucket, and Casey grabbed the other. Her body tipped with all the weight, and she said a struggled 'thank you' to the nice man as she waddled out the door.
They placed the buckets in the trunk with a thud, beside the three pairs of bright yellow rubber gloves. For sanitary reasons. A can of gasoline. Apparently, they're sensitive to fire. And a few other random things they thought might come in handy.
"Not how I imagined us spending our Sunday," Steve complained, getting into the front seat. Casey couldn't be mad at him for being upset. It wasn't what she wanted either. But it wasn't every day that kids like them got to play hero. To save the town from the evil lurking in the shadows. "I guess, we're moving that date, huh?" The corner of Casey's mouth lifted into a smirk as she turned to look at him, "You free tomorrow night?"
