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APOCALYPSE — CIGARETTES AFTER SEX
Your lips, my lips. Apocalypse.
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EDDIE PUSHED STEVE up against the wall, holding a broken beer bottle up to his neck, ready to fight.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait!" Steve tried, but failed.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Eddie! Eddie, stop!" Sadie called, making Eddie tear his harsh gaze from the Harrington boy, and onto the Wheeler girl, it softening a bit.
"...Sadie?" His quiet voice rang through her ears, his voice almost cracking in fear.
"Yes, it's Sadie. And that's Steve, he will not hurt you, right, Steve?" She held her arms out.
"Right, yeah." Steve mumbled, his eyes wide.
"Steve, drop the oar." She instructed, as the oar clattered to the ground, Eddie pointing the bottle closer, making Steve groan in fear.
"He's cool. He's only ever won one fight, Ed. He will not, and probably can not hurt you." She smiled slightly.
"Hey!" Steve cried, feeling insulted. "But, I am cool. I'm cool, man."
"What are you doing here?" Eddie asked, still looking at Steve.
"Looking for you, alright?" Sadie nodded.
"We're here to help." Robin spoke up from next to her.
"Eddie, these are my friends." Sadie began explaining. "You know Henderson,"
Dustin smiled towards him.
"You know Robin, she's from band, and she's a senior." She pointed to her best friend.
Robin acted as if she was playing a instrument.
"And, this is Max. I dunno if you know her—"
"Max is the one who never wants to play D&D, remember?" Dustin cut her off, as Eddie looked their way.
"Eddie, we're on your side, okay?" Sadie smiled at him.
"I swear on my mother!" Dustin yelled. "Right, guys?"
