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( VIC ) Oh, Ronnie, yeah, just like that, yeah.
( RONNIE ) Stop...They don't sound like that.
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CHAPTER THREE. sweet leaf woodsboro, september 25, 1996
"Ron, if you don't stop wiggling around, I'll stab you right through the eye."
"Free lobotomy, I see this as an absolute win," Ronnie shrugs his shoulders, his head resting in Lex' lap, his curls tickling their legs until they get goosebumps. Iron Maiden's playing from the stereo — Killers, even though Ronnie and Lex both agree Bruce Dickinson to be the superior frontman — and Lex is holding a needle in one hand, a cotton round stolen from Olivia in the other, the stinging smell of ethanol oozing from it. There's a pillow on Ronnie's stomach, a small, silver ring resting on it.
"Stop fucking around, Carpenter, I mean it." They lean over Ronnie, pressing a kiss onto his forehead, making him smile. "Hold still. It's going to take just a second if you hold still."
Ronnie adjusts his position, playing with his hands over the pillow. "Can you, like, not warn me beforehand? Maybe? Just talk to me like normal and then do it."
