nancy wheeler was good. she got good grades. she was pretty. didn’t step out of line.

she knew her place.

knowing that, putting someone under such pressure in a situation with alcohol was bound to end poorly. nancy had gotten blackout drunk at a high school party, barely able to keep herself upright, totally unable to even lift her head.

of course, no hawkins’ students helped her, as they were either also drunk or simply didn’t like her - she was a priss.

and, somehow, you had been saddled with the responsibility of taking care of nancy. well, not really, but she’s swaying in front of you, about to drop at any moment.