SEASON THREE EPISODE THREE THE CASE OF THE MISSING LIFEGUARD
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"AND ONE, TWO, ONE, two, one, two, three, four, yeah! You guys are doing amazing!"
Nobody would've thought this would happen. No one would've ever guessed. It was an event that could change everything, just like the Cold War between the weirdos in cold Russia and the US, just that the Cold War wasn't as important as Monty's reputation at Hawkins High.
Monty was giving dancing classes.
Yes, you heard me correctly. Monty was currently dancing in front of a bunch of middle-aged women who all followed her every move. She was clad in purple leggings, a matching baby blue leotard and leg warmers. Monty didn't go as far as to get a perm (she won't say she didn't think about it tho), but her black hair was neatly put in a cute braided ponytail. Her makeup, of course, matched her outfit in soft tones.
"Feel the burn, ladies," she shouted over the music as she watched the women continue.
The dancing hall was at the mall. A small, open room called Jazzercise, in which Monty liked to occasionally work as a dance instructor in the mornings, seeing it as a free workout to keep her body in shape and earn more money to spend on designer brands at the same time!
Life was great.
If only it wasn't for Steve watching her with binoculars. In between the bushes that were placed right in front of the little dancing hall. His mouth was agape and he hadn't moved in, like, two minutes.
"What the hell are you watching?" Dustin asked him.
"I– uh– that– this–"
"Ugh, you're so annoying sometimes," Dustin rolled his eyes and grabbed the binoculars from Steve's face, "Gimme that."
He raised them to his eyes and the sight had him dumbstruck.
"Dude, is this real?"
"Uh-huh," let out Steve.
"This is like one of my–"
"Say no more, little freak," Steve said, hitting Dustin on the head.
"Ow! You didn't have to hit me!"
"Yes, I did! You're staring at my girlfriend talking about your wet dreams! What's next–"
"What the fuck are you two weirdos doing here?" asked said girlfriend. She stared at them intensely, her hands on her hips as she stood in front of the bushes, waiting for an answer.
