steve harrington hasn’t been to a party in almost a year. he didn’t think he missed them much, but now that he’s here, he feels good. it’s been a few months since his breakup, long enough that he’s started talking to you again regularly. you weren’t ever more than a friend, but the two of you were a little too close for nancy’s comfort. he opens the door to the kitchen, grinning when he sees you. “hey, honey.” he greets. he hadn’t told you he’d be here. “you’re here!” you say. he ruffles your hair. “let me make you a drink, hm? rum and coke?” he remembers. he’s always remembered.