( Steve can't help but scoff as he rolls his eyes. He struggled enough in Click's class sober. There's no way in hell he'd ever attempt it stoned, and besides — ) Some of us have an image to uphold, Munson. I get caught stoned in class and I can kiss basketball goodbye.
( Swimming, too. Not that it matters. Not that any of it matters — it's not like he's on the road to a sports scholarship to some esteemed university or something.
Though if he's honest with himself, getting stoned with Eddie Munson in the woods is the last thing he needs to be doing right now. He should be out there, in town, looking for Joyce Byers because God knows she's one person who might believe his story.
Maybe.
At least if nothing else he could give them a lead, maybe even go into the Upside Down himself to find Will Byers and save the kid a hell of a lot of suffering. Maybe he could even go after Vecna. End this whole thing before it even has a chance to start.
Maybe...
He realizes suddenly that he's sitting with his hands balled into fists and his jaw clenched and he's probably painting a very strange image for a kid who's skipping class to smoke pot for no-reason-at-all-ha-ha-nothing-to-see-here-thanks, so he tries to relax, forcing what's meant to be an easy smile. ) I dunno, though, man — maybe being stoned's what I need to understand some of these classes, you know? Open my mind, or whatever.
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( Swimming, too. Not that it matters. Not that any of it matters — it's not like he's on the road to a sports scholarship to some esteemed university or something.
Though if he's honest with himself, getting stoned with Eddie Munson in the woods is the last thing he needs to be doing right now. He should be out there, in town, looking for Joyce Byers because God knows she's one person who might believe his story.
Maybe.
At least if nothing else he could give them a lead, maybe even go into the Upside Down himself to find Will Byers and save the kid a hell of a lot of suffering. Maybe he could even go after Vecna. End this whole thing before it even has a chance to start.
Maybe...
He realizes suddenly that he's sitting with his hands balled into fists and his jaw clenched and he's probably painting a very strange image for a kid who's skipping class to smoke pot for no-reason-at-all-ha-ha-nothing-to-see-here-thanks, so he tries to relax, forcing what's meant to be an easy smile. ) I dunno, though, man — maybe being stoned's what I need to understand some of these classes, you know? Open my mind, or whatever.