Steve's POV
It's been five years, my nuggets are all grown up. Max... She's still in coma.. Oh good news! ROBIN AND VICKY ARE NOW A THING. Woooh hooo... And Hawkins, Ha... Hawkins...
Hawkins is falling... Slowly but surely. El tried to close the entrance to the upside down but she failed. Good news again! I move out, went to California because Jonathan asked me like 'hey man wassup?' is he high?
I missed the kids... I hope Max is doing well... I hope she wakes up soon.
The ring bells, oh yeah I'm working in a bar as bartender. Yeah, it's kinda hard to learn how to ya know do some tricks haha! But I'm learning... A man approached me.
"Hello sir, what can I get for you?" I said then I looked at the man's eyes, it looks disturbed.
The man leaned closer to me and whispered "An angel shot please.... With lime."
Oh fuck, I know what that is.. "Okay sir, which one?"
"Blue jacket, long curly hair." The man replied and I just picked up the phone then glanced at the one with blue jacket.
"Hello? Is this the police department?" I asked then I stared at that man and he kinda resembles.. someone
"Yes, what is the emergency?" I dropped the call and approached the man.
I put my hand in his shoulder and he glanced at me. No fucking way..... "Hello Harrington.."
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