"I'M JUST HERE TO
PROVIDE A LITTLE
COMIC RELIEF!"
In which Randall Wright jokes
about anything and everything
and brings Nancy Wheeler a
little bit of happiness when
her world turns to shit.
[nancy wheeler x male!oc]
[steve harrington x female...
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HAWKINS, INDIANA OCTOBER 1ST, 1983 "THE POWER OF HATE"
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"I DON'T KNOW MAN," Randall sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he warily glanced around The Redding Shack in guilt. "I feel like I'm betraying Benny by even looking at these cheeseburgers right now."
Regine rolled her eyes, fond and amused more than anything else. "Randy... coming here was your idea."
"Besides, you're overreacting. It's not like Benny's gonna fire you for eating at another diner," Steve chimed in, swinging his arm around Regine's shoulder and pulling her into his side as if it were second nature. Randall's lips pulled down into a barely noticeable frown at the observation.
"Well, I'm dramatic, it's what I do," he said, waving his hand in dismissal. "I just hope he knows this is a one-off thing. It's not like I'm gonna grow an emotional attachment to this place when my heart clearly lies with Benny's Bur–" his passionate ramble came to a screeching halt at the sight of a waitress passing by with a tray full of food, "oh my god, are those onion rings?"
"Dear God, why do I have to be here?"
At the dreadful voice, Randall's head snapped in the direction of his cousin, the spawn of Satan himself. Despite his best efforts, Randall physically couldn't find it within himself to hold his tongue, "A question your mom wonders all the time, I'm sure."
"Could you be any more annoying?" Clayton questioned with a snarl. A look of pure hatred and anger washed over his cousin's features and Randall was certain that if looks could kill, instead of being six feet under, he'd be cremated and thrown into a pile of dog shit.
Still, he answered the rhetorical question, "Easily."
The thought of hanging out with Regine had been his only motivation in getting himself into his car that night, even if she did insist that Steve and his douchebag friends tag along. Randall wasn't the only one upset about the whole ordeal though. Both Clayton and Nina had tried to beg their way out of spending the evening in their cousin's company but because of Marvin Wright's stern no, they found themselves trapped in the back of Randall's car on the way to get food, hang out with people who didn't even want to hang out, and listen to a bunch of teenagers sing shitty covers. All on a Saturday night that could've been spent doing literally... anything else. Life truly did take enjoyment in fucking them over.
