Work Text:
Billy Hargrove had had the Mindflayer inside of him for a couple days now. That sort of sounded more kinky than it really was, because please believe him when he said that it wasn't. At all. Like, not even in the slightest. No, it was more of just a huge pain in the ass.
"Hey Billy," Heather Holloway drawled, popping a bubble with her gum, and yanking him out of his thoughts. "You want something to eat? I'm buying."
The great thing with Heather was that she was dumb as a bag of bricks, and while she'd made eyes at him she had also backed off for the most part when she saw he didn't respond. Despite everything, he appreciated it more or less.
The souls of the innocent, said the Mindflayer. Billy ignored him (it?).
"Uh, can I have a hot dog?"
No!
"Two hot dogs."
That was pretty much the best they were going to agree on.