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Sadie knew she wasn't as high as Harrington--which was his fault since he kept forgetting to pass her the joint and she didn't want to start the new one off yet--but it would take a lot of convincing to make her believe that he was making this shit up.

Seriously, in what world would Steve "the hair" Harrington have enough imagination to come up with seven-foot slimy monsters that appeared through walls and were impervious to bullets and had faces that opened up like "teethy flowers"? If that world did exist, he certainly wouldn't have described the experience by adding every detail of how pants-shittingly terrified he was.

As the boy talked, pieces to the puzzle began to click into place in Sadie's mind, and rule number seven flew out the window. She supposed this smoke sesh wasn't exactly upholding the "no douchebags" rule either.

 Steve mentioned that he had battled this monster with Jonathan and Nancy, which Sadie deduced meant that it had something to do with the disappearances of Will and Barb. Which confirmed her theory that what Steve had mistaken for an affair was just a trauma bond.

A lot of her theories were being confirmed, really. It was absolutely inconceivable that she and her mom just "happened" to show up in a town a few months after this inter-dimensional monster shit ran through its children. So, she had been right. All the stuff that happened last year was connected, and most importantly--connected to the government. And her mom knew about it. 

Either because of her muddled state or because she'd already suspected there were stranger things afoot in Hawkins, Sadie wasn't really freaking out. It was more of a "holy crap I was right" moment than a "holy shit what the fuck oh my god" moment. 

Eventually, Steve's spiel circled back to Nancy and how much he loved her and how he worked so hard to do everything right for her and how she expected so much but never let him in. Then he got to the topic of that night, and once he had said everything he thought he needed to, he got distracted.

"How did you end up in that closet anyway? If you didn't know that guy?" He looked over at her for the first time and stretched his arm towards her, roach between his fingers, his monologue was over.

Sadie gratefully took the spliff back and shrugged, "I honestly have no idea. I left Caroline on the dance floor to get drinks and the next thing I knew I was in there."

"What--did he take advantage of you? If he just pulled you in there like that he should've known you were too drunk."

She shook her head, "No, I wanted to go in there with him at first, I just do not remember how I started talking to him and how we got there. I don't drink, anyway, weed just makes my memory a little foggy."

"You don't drink?"

"Nope." His incredulous expression made her ask, "Why?"

"I have never met someone our age that doesn't drink that isn't a massive prude."

"How do you know I'm not a prude?" Sadie regretted asking, she knew the answer to the question. Now she was just playing into stupid banter, but really, she loved banter, no matter how cliche. 

Steve plucked the second, unlit roll from beside her where she had placed it on the tile, "That's a really stupid question, Mealey. We're sitting on your roof, past midnight, smoking doobies that you rolled, after coming home from a party where I walked in on you making out with a nameless rando."

Sadie started giggling, and then because she was giggling, began coughing.

"What? What's funny?"

"Doobies?" Was all she could manage to get out.

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