Wednesday night:

you thought it would be a normal Wednesday, get home and study, but that wasn't the case, you and Steve the hair Harrington were standing in front of a broken down bus in a junkyard with a baseball bat in one hand to protect Mike, Lucas, max and Dustin from a rogue pack of Demodogs, not what you expected to be doing on a late Wednesday evening.

you and Steve; much to Lucas’s shock, were originally here to investigate Dustin’s pet that had turned out to be a growing demigorgon, due to both the oldest of the group, and the most familiar with a gun and weapons, had been chosen to protect the group of thirteen year olds.

steve stood next to you, a bat embedded with nails in hand. He ran a hand through his hair, as you both look around warily, protecting the others inside to sealed bus while Dustin shouts at you both, you both turn to him and in unison tell him to shut up, you were starting to get annoyed with his constant shouting.

Nikita: "so this is what Wednesdays are like now...fighting off inhuman creatures with a couple teenagers and the mother hen steve.."