Curious [Nancy Wheeler X Oc]

-8-

Lydia could feel the paper cuts already forming on her aching fingers. All night they had been packaging, sealing, and labeling tape after tape.

Although she didn't completely understand what was going on, from what she could tell there had been some shady run in with Hawkins Laboratory. And the ever so wonderful Nancy Drew just so happened to be tape recording all of the confession.

She collapsed against the brunette now, giggling as she lifted a glass. Murray noticed and smiled as well, raising his own glass with a loud "To taking down the man!" all the teens gleefully cheered to.

The vodka warmed Lydia's throat down to her stomach, a comforting feel she had grown to love. She could feel Nancy snake a hand around her waist slowly and she smiled.

Jonathon grimaced against the taste and Murray chuckled slightly. "Commie bastard sure know how to make a spirit, am I right?"

Lydia raised her empty glass again and smiled. "To commie bastards!" She slammed the glass against the coffee table and cheered as Murray refilled it.

"Oh no,no,no we can't..." Nancy said, tightening a grip on Lydia's waist to hold her back. Jonathon nodded in agreement as Murray moved to his glass next. "Yeah, I've- I've gotta drive," he said nervously. His words weren't slurred yet but they sure as hell would be if he took this second drink.

"Drive? Drive where?" Murray scoffed incredulously. "Our parents-" Nancy began but was cut off by Murray quickly. "Would be proud if they knew what good you were doing." Lydia grabbed her glass and downed the second shot. Her body rejected it harshly with a burn back up her throat but she held her wits on keeping it down.

"C'mon Drew. We're okay, right? Just unhinge," she said, rubbing the pad of her finger against Nancy's bottom lip gently. Nancy met her eyes and Lydia could almost see the mental war behind her eyes before Nancy gave in and reached around Lydia to grab her filled glass as well.

Lydia cheered and fell back against the couch, keeping her legs crossed over Nancy's lap. Jonathon opened his mouth to protest again, but Murray cut him off. "Just say you're at Tammy's, or Drew's, or whoever else you can possibly think of. I have an empty guest room in the back." Jonathon looked over at Nancy for help. She nodded, whispering "It is pretty late."

Jonathon mimicked her nod and looked back at Murray. "Is it alright if I use the sofa?" Murray furrowed his brow.

"Okay, I'm confused. What's going on here? Who is with who?"

Lydia felt her face heat up from more than the vodka in her system. Everything in her screamed to defend herself, but her tongue felt heavy in her mouth.

"No one is with anyone. We're all just...friends," Jonathon said. He casted a sideways glance at Nancy, who quickly retorted with "Friends."

Murray laughed out loud, and Lydia noticed how the room spun around him and the noise. She was tiny, but she didn't realize she was tiny enough for the alcohol to be hitting this hard.

"You've told me a lot of shit today, but that my friends, is the first lie. Take a look at the two girlies here. They think I don't see the obvious connection. You're both attractive, young. You've got history, chemistry, and the real shit: shared trauma."

Okay, so maybe he was right. Nancy's face began to grow warm with either embarrassment or confrontation, she couldn't tell. "I am not les-"