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Bright, flashing, lights and the blurry silhouettes of others clouded Nancy’s vision. There was no sign of Robin, or Eddie, or Steve, in the boisterous mosh-pit she found herself trapped in. Sweaty hands and beer soaked shirts pressed against her from every direction, knocking her left and right as she tried helplessly to move through the crowd. Someone behind her coughed directly on her back, spitting remnants of their drink on her, and a person next to her tipped a little bit of their sickeningly neon drink on her shoulder. She stumbled around until she reached the end of the crowd, banging against a disgustingly damp wall.
There was maybe two inches of space between her and the next nearest person, a great improvement from where she had been five seconds prior. A sharp breath shot down her throat, gasping at the new, if not slightly tainted, air around her. With her back pressed against the wall, she straightened out her dress, purposefully ignoring the myriad of stains it had acquired throughout the night
Several feet away, another girl was herded out of the mass. The other girls’ hair was extremely disheveled, her button down unbuttoned well past her chest, and her pant legs rolled to completely different lengths. Her face was pale with nausea as she dropped the empty cup in her hand as she tripped towards Nancy.
“Robin-” Nancy breathed, approaching her carefully.
“Nance-” Robin's words were slurred, and she spoke with concerned lisp, “You look like shit.”
“You’re one to talk to, are you okay?”
“Peachy, I want to leave.” Robin grabbed Nancy’s hand and dragged her into the nearby entryway. Nancy twisted her body around, scanning the outside room for Steve, Eddie, or anyone who might know where the two boys were, but there was no sign of them.
“I can’t really drive you home without Eddie and Steve,” Nancy said as she turned back to Robin, “But I would bet on at least one open room upstairs.”
“Take me there.” Robin said, falling onto Nancy for support. Nancy can feel her breath hitch at the contact, like it did when a school yard crush talked to her. Robin wasn’t a crush, though, at least Nancy didn’t think so. Robin was a girl who was Steve’s friend who was now also her friend and someone who she saved the world with. Robin, who Nancy finally convinced herself wasn’t dating Steve after he started violently making out with Eddie Munson, was just a girl who was a friend. Robin, who she thought of as a replacement to Jonathan, who she wanted to be around all the time, who knew how to make her laugh unlike anyone else, was her friend.
After each step Nancy took towards the stairs, Robin would slide recklessly behind her and came inches from knocking something over. They trudged up the stairs, with Nancy helping her friend onto each individual step. They struggled through a hallway, past shut doors and dimly lit lamps, until reaching a cramped bedroom at the end.
Nancy carefully placed Robin on the huge, king sized, bed, which looked like it hadn’t been touched in a century. The rooms decorations were plain, cream and peach with small coral flowers freckling the bedding and the artwork. Robin, however, immediately destroyed the tranquility by shoving her face under the pillows and kicking up the blankets. Nancy fiddled with the decorative door handle, locking it in place.
“Better?” Nancy asks, taking a seat on the edge of the bed as Robin sprawls out.
“Much” Robin replies, “You’re a saint, Wheeler”
Robin clenches her body into itself before rolling over to the edge of the bed, centimeters away from Nancy.
Nancy is the first to speak, minutes later, “What happened to you?”
Robin coughs before answering, “Some guy got me beer, so I drank it.. Turns out he wanted to get in my pants, which is ew, gross, so I kicked his nuts. Then his friends got mad and blah blah blah now we’re here.” That girl had a fucking knack for rambling.
“Wait so he was trying to butter you up to get with you? Gross.” Nancy replied, looking at Robin who was looking at her own lap.
“It’s whatever,” Robin said, smirking subtly, “Wouldn’t have gotten with the douche anyways.”
“Why not, was he ugly?” Nancy laughed
Robin paused for a small second before responding, “Not my type, let’s go with that.”
What came out of Nancy’s mouth next, was bold and shocking even to her, “What is your type, if you don’t mind me asking?”
Almost immediately Nancy could tell she had said something wrong. Robin fell dead silent, and her face grew blushed and pink. Her eyes drifted to the wall and Nancy watched her fingers clench together. Part of her hoped Robin would say ‘girls’, and part of that part hoped Robin would say ‘girls who don’t get bad grades, girls with a younger brother named Mike, specifically girls named Nancy Wheeler,’ even if Nancy was straight.
Finally, Robin spoke, “I’m not sure, I guess I go for personality over looks.”
“What kind of personality?” Nancy pressed. She had no clue why she was doing this, part of her was just filled with morbid curiosity.
“Damn, Nance. Putting me on the spot here?” Robin laughed, still distantly looking at the wall. “Well they have to be kind, and generous, and stupid enough to willingly date me.”
And then Robin wasn’t looking at the wall anymore, she was looking at Nancy. And Nancy was looking right back at her, into her strikingly gorgeous eyes. This close, she could notice each and every individual eyelash coated in smudged mascara, and the star scattered freckles across her face. Robin’s breath was directly on her, and it smelled like weed and beer and sweet cherry gum.
“Nance?” She said, and it was softer than how she normally speaks. Her nude lipstick was messy and faint, but her lips looked tantalizing.
“Robin.” Nancy whispered gently back.
“Now if I’m reading this wrong then you should totally tell me, but-” Robin brought her hand up to Nancy’s shoulder, her thumb reaching up towards the base of her neck.
It was at this moment, Nancy knew that she wasn’t straight. That no matter how much she had wanted to kiss Steve and Jonathan in the past, she wanted to kiss Robin just as much, if not more, in this moment. What her family would think didn’t matter anymore, what her friends would think was irrelevant, at this moment it was just her, and Robin.
Nancy reached her hand up to Robin’s cheek. Her hands pushed back into Robin’s hair and just slightly around the back of her head, pulling their heads barely an inch from each other. It took a second, a second of nerves and terror, but Nancy closed the gap, locking her lips over Robin’s top lip.
She could feel Robin’s arms snake around her neck, her hands running through the back of Nancy’s hair, holding her close, keeping her there. They fell back onto the bed, Robin pressed against the headboard and Nancy on top of her, not breaking the embrace.
Before she knew it, Robin’s hands were placed gingerly on her torso, fiddling with the waistband of her skirt. Nancy’s hand loosened its grip on Robin’s face, running down to the last few buttons that had been left unbuttoned on her shirt. And when she was done unbuttoning, leaving her in her bralette, Robin was working on the buttons of her skirt.
Maybe she was stupid, maybe this was wrong and she would regret it in the morning. But in those moments, being stupid would have been the smartest thing she had never done.