🥂• Was it stupid to get drunk? Yes. Was it impossible to take away her mental and physical pain from just drinking? Also yes.

Did she care? Fuck. No.

Max mayfield took after her mom in about a million ways—her red hair, blue eyes, freckles, habit to say I’m fine even when they clearly weren’t…and drinking.

But while her mom did it just to drink and get an easy access to a early bedtime, max did it because she was lonely, bored, in constant pain, and her doctors were too scared she’d try and kill herself so she wasn’t allowed to take painkillers, unfortunately.

But this meant having a constant pain wracking her body while also being able to barely see thanks to her now poor sight after Vecna nearly blinded her, and bottle upon bottles of alcohol being wallowed down as her friends did god knows what.

She knows they’d radioed her about a million times, but it was hard to pick up the walkie-talkie when she was nearly passed out on her bedroom floor while laying against her beds frame.

She knew eventually—because at least half of the people in her life knew how careless her mother was—and knowing maxes physical and mental state—someone was bound to come over eventually.

Still, for some odd reason, she hadn’t expected Lucas, her boyfriend, to come into her room. She expected an adult—like Nancy, or Joyce. Maybe Steve or Robin.

Not Lucas, though.

But that just made it ten times more painful for Max—because he knew how to make her talk even when she didn’t want to. Even when she didn’t talk, she talked. If she didn’t say something with her mouth, her broken body and pools of milky-white eyes said it all.