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the blinding of lucas sinclair
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"You could've blinded him, dickwad!" Alina shouted through the kitchen to Dustin, watching her boyfriend run his eyes under the tap, which was exactly what he'd been doing for the past fifteen minutes. There'd been a hasty greeting between the two of them before Alina rushed off to salvage what remained of Lucas's sight, accompanied by Max, who had grown closer to him over the past months. Once Max realized that what she felt for Lucas was merely friendship, and Lucas realized the same, it hadn't been so tense, and the three of them had hung out a lot without making Max the third wheel.
Which was good. Alina loved being Lucas's girlfriend, but she didn't want to make anybody feel left out.
Also, Detective Fairgrieves-Byers had solved another case—the mystery of Dustin's bird-nest hairstyle from the Snow Ball last year, and it came in a bottle for six dollars and eighty-four cents. Farrah Fawcett spray. And who had Dustin been talking to on the train tracks while Alina was walking ahead? Steve Harrington. He'd probably given it to him. So that meant that their babysitter was using Farrah Fawcett spray as well. Alina couldn't wait to mock him about that the next time she saw him.
"I said I'm sorry!" Dustin called from the living room, where he was with Mike, El, Gabe and Will. "And you're seriously going for the name-calling already? I've just gotten back!"
"There are plenty of worse things I can call you! And you deserve it!"
She wasn't being serious—that was just the way her friendship with Dustin had evolved to. Playful name-calling and rudeness, light jabs that never evolved into more. So of course, as soon as he'd gotten back, Alina had resorted to her old ways. She could practically see him throwing his arms up in exasperation and shook her head fondly, before returning her gaze back to the sink, where Lucas was still moaning in pain.
After a moment, he finally lifted his head, rubbing his eyes. "Better?" Max asked, concerned, although Alina could tell she found the whole incident a little amusing.
