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mike & el
Mike and El had experienced their fair share of things that their parents wouldn't necessarily approve of. Alcohol was definitely one of those things.
While they were only seventeen years old, they had still managed to get ahold of some adult beverages every now and then. All of those times though, they had been with the Party, in a place where they would never get caught, unlike their current situation.
Mike and El were sprawled out on El's bed, an almost empty bottle of a liquor they could hardly pronounce the name of lying between them. They had bravely stolen the bottle from Hopper's stash in the kitchen and it had only gone down hill from there.
They were swimming in dangerous waters here, being drunk all alone in the cabin, where Hopper could easily catch them, but neither of them had a care in the world. No doubt because of the alcohol now coursing through their bloodstream.
Lying on her bed, with their backs pressed to the mattress, all they could do was stare dazedly at the ceiling above them.
"Mike, the room's spinning round and round. Is the room spinning for you?" El asked rather frantically, her eyes wide as could be.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, the room isn't moving." Mike sternly told her, but he had his eyes closed, so how would he know?
El lightly gasped, wiping non existent sweat from her forehead. "Oh never mind, it stopped."
The two drunken teens fell into another long moment of silence, until El spoke up again.
She tended to be a really talkative drunk.
"Wow, look over us, Mike! The ceiling is beautiful!" El exclaimed, sounding like an innocent child.
Her silly comment made the two of them explode into a fit of laughter, for so long that El felt her stomach start to hurt.
Mike suddenly rolled over to face El, admiring her as she stared so happily at the ceiling above them.
"You know what else is beautiful? Like extremely beautiful?" He asked, not giving her any time at all to answer before going on. "You!"
El then rolled over to face him, softly grazing her hand over his slightly flushed cheek as she admiring him. "You're beautifuller!"
Mike laughed hysterically at her compliment, some part of his brain telling him that it didn't sound right. "Is that even a word?"
"I think so!" She shrugged, before a light bulb went off in her alcohol influenced mind. "We should look it up!"
El quickly sat up, snatching what she thought could give her the answer she was looking for. She flipped through the pages, not being able to read anything, which was partly due to the fact that the book was upside down.
"That's a comic book, not a dictionary, silly!" Mike teased, after noticing Wonder Woman on the cover.
"Oh, oops!" El giggled uncontrollably, while mindlessly throwing the comic behind her on the floor. She fell back down beside Mike, closely admiring him once more.
Mike had also been doing some admiring himself, his eyes glued to the perfect features of her face, her lips especially. They were his favorite. "You're so beautiful, I just wanna stare at your face all day!"
"You can stare at my face all day, I don't mind." El instantly assured him, as serious as ever. "But I want to stare at your face too. It's so pretty. Can I?"
