/ "and i have to speculate that god himself did make us into corresponding shapes like puzzle pieces from the clay" /
Michelle "Mickey" Hopper has a lot of problems. An alcoholic father ignoring the loss of his youngest daughter, her sister, Sarah...
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...Tuesday, July 2, 1985... call me - blondie
Mickey left the house the following morning, passing a passed out and still horrible-looking Hopper as well as an all-too-happy-to-be-there Joyce. She smiled fondly at how domestic it felt; a word she hadn't used to describe her father since early childhood.
Meanwhile, she and Steve (after another stop at his house) continued on to the mall. Dustin had spent the previous afternoon and early that morning staking out the doorway he'd tracked the delivery company's movements to. But, he returned with bad news.
"That keycard opens the door," Dustin continued, "but unfortunately, the Russian with this keycard also has a massive gun."
Mickey's eyes widened. "Why did we allow a child near these people again? Did you actually learn anything during this endeavor?"
Dustin grimaced. "Whatever's in this room, whatever's in those boxes, they really don't want anybody finding it."
"Great insight," Mickey said sarcastically.
"But there's gotta be a way in," Robin groaned.
"Well, you know, I could just take him out," Steve suggested, overconfident.
Mickey pressed her lips together, disbelieving.
"Take who out?" Robin asked, a softness still in her tone.
"The Russian guard." Mickey and Robin looked at each other then back at Steve. "What? I sneak up behind him, I knock him out, and I take his keycard. It's easy."
"Did you not hear the part about the massive gun?" Dustin questioned.
"Yes, Dustin, I did. And that's why I would be sneaking."
Mickey's eyebrows drew together. "And what about the part where this dude is likely a trained, Russian soldier?"
"And that's why I'd knock him out," Steve said as if it was obvious. "Plus, I've beefed up." He attempted to show off his muscles, a playful smile across his face, successfully making Mickey laugh as she lightly slapped his arms down.
"Well, please, tell me this, and be honest..." Dustin began. "Have you ever actually... won a fight?"
"Okay, that was one time," Steve said. "And Mick was distracting me-"
"Um, by being injured?!" she exclaimed.
"Uh, duh! Yeah!"
"You wanna do this? Jonathan! Year prior," Mickey called out, raising her eyebrows in a challenge.
"Jonathan Byers?!" Robin confirmed through bubbly laughter.
