Escape ~ S.Harrington

17} Police Station Shenanigans

Nancy and Jenna were sitting in chairs in the Hawkins Police Station, waiting for news about Jonathan and what was going to happen to him. Nancy got up to go talk with the receptionist to see if she knew anything about when they'd be able to go and to get some ice for Jon. While she did that, Jenna picked up a random magazine on the coffee table to read, but before she could get too far into an article, a familiar face walked into the building. It was none other than her lovely DND dungeon master, Eddie Munson. Jenna joined the Hellfire Club when she was a freshman to get more practice at DND so she could play better with her brother and his friends. She'd stayed in Hellfire ever since and Eddie had become a decent friend of hers.

"What are you in here for?" Jenna lowered the magazine from her face with a skeptical eyebrow raised at him.
"Well, I could ask you the same thing," He plopped himself down next to her.
"Well, I asked you first so... your turn. Spill."
"Since you asked so nicely, Jenna the all-powerful witch, I was out with my dear uncle and happened to have a bit of, you know, my 'special herbs' on me. I got caught with possession, but my uncle covered for me saying it was his. Now, he's arrested and I'm here to get his ass out of the hell hole. Now, your turn."
"Jonathan Byers accidentally elbowed a cop in the face when they came to break up a fight we were in. Now I'm here waiting to see what happens with him."

"Wow!" Eddie exclaimed, holding his heart like he'd just been stabbed, "You were also in this fight. Of whom was it with?"
"I don't wanna get into it, Eds. Just know, I'm a bad-ass witch and a bad-ass fighter."
"I will keep that in mind if I'm ever in a pickle. Well, I'd love to hang around longer and chat more, but I must go bail my uncle out now. See you, I'm assuming, next week at Hellfire?"
"You'd assume right. I can't come tomorrow. Sorry."
"It's fine, Jenna. You're one of the only people I'd never give shit to for missing a meeting. I'll talk to you later."
"Bye, bitch."

~

While Nance, Jon, and Jen were wasting away in the police station, Steve sat in a gas station parking lot with Tommy, Carol, and Nicole. He was sitting on the hood of his car holding a Coca-Cola can to his face in hopes to soothe some of the throbbing pain shooting through his nose and forehead. Tommy's face wasn't super beat up, so he was holding a Sprite can to his abdomen to ice his aching side. While Tommy, Carol, and Nicole were talking amongst each other, Steve sat silently, reflecting on everything that just happened.
Why the hell am I so fucking stupid!? Why can't I just leave things alone? Did you see the way she looked at me!? I can't believe that I made Jenna, of all people, cry. She, like, never cries. I've officially ruined her life and our friendship. What the fuck do I even do to even attempt to make this better? Maybe I could...

Steve's thoughts soon got disrupted by none other than Tommy as Steve started throwing back some aspirin to help dull his headache.
"Don't worry," Tommy placed a hand on Steve's shoulder, "He'll need more than aspirin when we're done with him."
"Yeah," Carol chuckled, "If the creep ever gets out. The cops could just lock him up forever. They could do that to Jenna, too, for all I care. Did you see the look on his face? Oh," She moaned in a groggy tone while lightly punching Tommy in the arm.
"He probably had the same look whenever he killed his brother, right?" Tommy laughed and slapped Steve jokingly on the arm.
"Oh, god," Carol butted in, "I just got an image of him making that face while he and Nancy, or Jenna for all we know, are screwing."

Steve was pushed over the edge and he snapped, "Carol, for once in your life, shut your damn mouth!"
"What?" She asked, confused.
"Hey," Tommy pointed a finger at Steve, "What's your problem, man?"
Steve looked between the two of them and yelled, "You're both assholes. That's my problem."
"Are you serious right now, man?" Tommy scoffed while Steve got all up in his face.
"Yeah," Steve deadpanned, "I'm serious. You shouldn't have done that."
"Done what?" Tommy asked, innocently.
"You know what." Steve responded.
"You mean call your two girlfriends out for who they really are?" Tommy questioned, "Oh, that's funny, because I don't remember you asking me to stop."
"And I never remember you ever telling me that you were throwing Jenna's name up there," Steve sneered at Tommy, "She had nothing to do with what I was mad about. I should've put that spray paint right down your throat."