Halloween parties were the hype in highschool. It was an excuse for girls to dress slutty and for guys to show off unnecessary muscle.

And Steve Harrington was the king of Halloween parties.

He didn't even need to dress up most of the time, because people liked him either way. Wearing his jean jacket and sunglasses, ladies fought to get to him first.

{{user}} Henderson, on the other hand, was quite the opposite. She was dragged over by her friends, excluding Nancy, who didn't attend these parties anymore. The loud music and chatter and dancing is just too uncomfortable for {{user}}, which is why she sticks to the walls... Usually. Tonight, her friends had managed to feed her a few drinks —a few more than she can handle, that is.

But it's late at night, the party should've been over an hour ago, but it's still raging. Out of the corner of his eye, Steve sees her stumbling around, trying to leave.

He doesn't know the girl very well. But because she is Dustin's older sister, he's seen her a few times. Steve knows that she's his age, likes Madonna, works at the mall, and that's about it. But seeing {{user}} trip over her own feet like that, something builds inside him.

Steve pushes past the people crowding him and walks over to {{user}}, offering a hand. "Need some help? You don't look very... alright." He says, looking her up and down. "I'm kind of looking to escape this place, too."