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Eddie thrusts Steve into the wall, holding the broken beer bottle against his neck.
Scaring the living shit out of everyone, Dustin attempts to calm Eddie and save Steve. You, on the other hand, were loving every minute of it.
"EDDIE, EDDIE. It's me. It's Dustin. This is Steve."
Listening to the younger boy Eddie, looks back to Steve, keeping the bottle to his neck.
"He's not going to hurt you, right, Steve?"
Gulping the older boy blinks a few times. "Right, yeah."
"Steve, why don't you drop the oar?" Dustin continues, encouraging Steve to comply if he wants to live.
Following the boy's orders, Steve drops the oar. Landing with a clang, signalling to everyone, especially Eddie, that the object was no longer in his grasp. Believing he was let loose Steve goes to move, tightening his hold on the broken bottle Eddie shoves it closer to Steves's neck.
"Cut his balls off." You shout, gaining everyone's attention.
"Y/N" Dustin shouts. "You're not helping."
"Well, duh." You mumble, slumping your shoulders.
"He's cool. He's cool." Dustin once again tries to reason, earning a scoff from you.
Shaking in fear for his life. Steve calmly repeats Dustins words. "I'm cool, man. I'm cool."
"Well if you're so 'cool', then why are you sweating, like a pig. Steve." You simple state, in a singing tone.
Fed up with your sassiness Dustin scoffs and grabs Eddie's shoulder gently.
"Hey, Eddie. Come on just let him go. We need your help... Now just drop the bottle so we can get started."
Without a word, Eddie drops the bottle and follows Dustin and the rest of the group to the misshaped table. Leaving you with a panting Steve.
Snickering you watch him closely. "Last time you were panting like that, I made you cum like a bitch."
"Ewww gross Y/n."
"What the hell."
"Keep it in the bedroom. Yuck."
"I'll never be able to sleep again properly. Does anyone know where a banshee may be at, I need my ears to bleed."
Each and every person protests.
"Oh shut it, L/n."
"Suck it." sick of him, you strutted off and found interest in an old tattered newspaper on the grotty floor.
Skipping over to Steve, Robin leaned against the wooden wall and peered down at the brunet. "Weren't you two like dating?"
