Asher Hart, Hawkins resident psychopath. There wasn't that many people who hadn't heard about Asher and his family, and that wasn't in a good way. But after helping Dustin out with Dart which led to Asher making new friends, he started to change for...
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Asher had been following Max and Eleven around the mall for around two hours now and he wasn't having the best time in the world; but he'd rather be following the two girls around, carrying their bags, watching them get a photoshoot and getting revenge on some random girls from school than whatever Will, Lucas and Mike were doing. While he could of complained about being the bag carrier for the girls for the whole time, which he didn't, he had found himself thinking about what he would have done that day if he didn't have Eleven showing up at his doorstep that morning; which is either doing nothing or going over to the Henderson household to see what Dustin was doing and follow him around.
But, instead of doing that, he was sat outside the dressing rooms of some random store, with Eleven showing him and Max all of the outfits that she liked so she can get their opinions. While the two had told her to get outfits that she liked, not based on anyone else's opinion, she still wanted to look nice. And who was better to ask than the two most brutally honest people she knows?
"Okay, the final outfit is ready" Max says as she walks over to Asher with a smile on her face "Are you ready?"
"My butt has gone numb" Asher whines in response, not being able to feel his butt anymore from how long he had been sat in that seat for.
"Can you at least act like you're interested? Even if it's just a little bit?" Max bluntly asks Asher "El needs her supporters right now, okay? So act happy and like you're interested in all of this stuff."
"Yes ma'am" Asher sarcastically says as Eleven comes out of the dressing room in a jumpsuit, which is mostly black with colorful patterns scattered across it.
"Do I look pretty?" Eleven asks the two nervously. While she did remember Max saying to dress for herself and not for anyone else, she still wanted to look pretty, so she wanted their opinion.
"You don't look horrible" Asher says, coming up with the best compliment he could.
"Is that seriously your way of telling El that she looks nice?" Max, once again, bluntly asks, not being happy with Asher's attempt at a compliment.
"You look beautiful, El" Asher honestly says, making Eleven smile "Can we leave now? I can't feel my ass right now and I'm getting pretty concerned."
"That was the last outfit anyway" Max says "Just got to pay for everything that El likes."
"How do you even have the money for all of this?" Asher asks, being confused on how they have enough money for all of the clothes.
"Well, we know someone who has money because he stole it from people and will do anything to cheer El up" Max says with a smile, trying to hint at Asher to pay.
"You want me to pay, don't you?" Asher asks Max, making her nod her head "Fuck... okay, fine. I'll pay for the stupid fucking clothes. Call me sugar daddy Asher."
"What's a sugar daddy?" Eleven asks, being confused.
"You don't want to know" Max tells Eleven "And never call him that."
