September 1991, school, sex, drinking, drugs, being the new kid, parties, death, pregnancy scares, homophobia, STD's, sports, fashion, parents, fights, abuse, cheating, just some of the turbulent challenges any regular teen faces in the quiet New Ha...
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A/N: ⚠️ This chapter contains drug use and physical assault. Reader discretion is advised
Evening had finally peaked in the town with Pep. The Twilight Drive in was deserted, Pops Diner was a ghost town and all other leisure establishments were uninhabited, as the townsfolk had all emerged to celebrate and participate in the annual fair in name of the towns founding and establishment.
Bright burning circus lights, the animated fairground music, thrilling amusement rides, food stalls, game concession stands, the smell of fresh cotton Candy, the laughter and chatter of carnival goers? Who would want to be anywhere else in town tonight? There was always just something naturally chaotic about fairgrounds and carnivals.
They were a cesspool for adventure, sensation, thrills and experiencing the unknown and unexpected, forcing yourself to face challenges you wouldn't anywhere else.
To the adults of the town, tonight was yet another annual celebration of the town's establishment, but for the teens of Riverdale High? It was a night of ultimate thrill seeking and angst packed action featuring drugs, sex and alcohol.
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The ear ringing noise that blared from the high striker machine as Hiram once again failed to hit the limit with the mallet provided hit his fragile ego and masculinity even harder each time, and the third time unfortunately wasn't lucky.
Hermione stood leaning against the pillar holding up the roof, trying to shift weight off of her aching feet that were currently being squeezed by her signature Manolo Blahnik pumps, silently cursing at herself for picking the wrong shoes to wear as she stared Hiram down in second hand embarrassment.
"Just give up already." She innocently chuckled. "You can win me a bear another way."
"Your girl's right dude." The lanky and scrawny bearded concession stand worker nonchalantly agreed, earning a death glare from the disgruntled Football player.
"My Dad signs your cheap ass cheques. I wouldn't be laughing if I were you." Hiram sneered as he tightened his grip around mallet, preparing for one last hit.
Inhaling a thick breath and tightening his mischievous lip intensely, forcing so much facades of focus into his actions, he gripped the hard wooden mallet and slammed it down onto the target with struggle, but his efforts turned out to be worth it, as he scored the lowest eligible score, proud that his 'masculinity and insecurity', albeit fragile, proved to still be in tact.
Hermione bared her newly pearly whitened teeth at his win, giving him a little clap as the concession worker handed him a giant fluffy royal purple teddy bear for his prize, well hers.
"This is too cute." Hermione complimented with bright smile as she took the bear in hand and locked arms with Hiram, as he lead the two of them away towards the next amusement.
