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𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄, sheridan shaffer had been left completely alone. thankfully, lonnie was out of the picture, once again; and obviously, no will. hopper stopped by the house earlier the day prior in fear of t being bugged. he undid every single light and telephone in the house, leaving sherrie totally disconnected from everyone, including mike, dustin, lucas, and steve. she hadn't seen jonathan in almost two days either. it was... strange.

she listened to her records, smoked, drank a little, watched some movies, went for a few drives; she even put the rose from steve in a little vase, sitting on her nightstand directly underneath the note from her father.

she didn't know what to do with her newfound free time. she knew her mother and hopper were out doing investigating of some sort, and she wasn't sure when they'd be back. joyce left some spare cash on the table, and sherrie figured that she didn't have anything better to do, so why not catch a flick? all the right moves was still showing, and despite never having admitted it to anyone, she thought tom cruise was hot stuff, so why not?

dani stood from her bed and headed to her closet. she trudged open the doors, one of them being plastered with cut-out pictures of jonathan taylor. her lips curled into a smile, a joint encased between them. her smile, faded, though once she realized it'd really been a minute since she'd done a load of laundry, as all of her shirts were now in her hamper. on the closet floor, atop her collection of eccentric platform boots, was steve's hawkins hoodie he had given to her that night at the quarry. she took a puff and exhaled dramatically. but everyone had already seen the movie—or at least she was hoping they had—so what were the chances of her running into someone she knew? she threw on a pair of jeans, some sneakers, and the hoodie before heading on her way.

sheridan pulled betsy into a parking spot downtown, just a few blocks from the hawk theater. as the girl sauntered up to the theater, her hands in the hoodie pocket, she couldn't help but notice the bright red spray-painted letters that adorned the marquee sign. "STARRING NANCY THE SLUT WHEELER" stared back down at sheridan, the girl's mouth falling open in astonishment. "oh shit..." what'd i miss? she thought to herself.

nearby, she heard indistinct chatter and the sound of the metal rattling of a spray paint can. she turned into the alley a few feet in front of her, instantly coming into contact with her brother. "dani?" he questioned.

"what the hell is going on?" she questioned, before hearing that revolting voice belonging to carol.

"awe, hey there, princess!" sherrie turned her attention towards her with a disgusted expression, thinking that the insult might've been directed at her, but noticed that nancy had also made her way towards the group. it was carol and that girl that busted jonathan with the pictures, tommy with a spray paint can in-hand, and none other than steve harrington. of course she would run into steve now.

"uh, oh... she looks upset," tommy stated, pointing out the obvious. sheridan watched as steve grimaced down at the wheeler girl, who he was inches away from. before she knew it, nancy sent a harsh slap directly to the boy's face. the sound echoed off the brick walls surrounding them, sherrie's jaw gaping open.

"what the hell?!" she yelled, jogging up to the girl. jonathan did his best to hold his sister back, but was absolutely no use at all.