[God, this is just the best. Destruction is better with friends than alone, and this beats the shit outta anything he'd pulled off while making his way east. Her enjoyment absolutely heightens the experience, and the only real shame is they can't fully encircle the town and party in the light of its wreckage.
But that's all right. He'll get her back to California and then she can be right there with him as the whole crew becomes that wild cyclone of violence against whoever they please.
They reach that fucker's house that she'd been apparently stuck with for god knows how long, and he's all too happy to take over. One bottle crashes against a window and drips fire all over the windowsill where it soon takes hold, seeking a way inside. The second smashes into the front door, and the paint quickly peels as the fire eats its way up the wood.
The sirens are to be expected, and he takes to the side streets to avoid those assholes who are probably taking a direct route toward the fires. It's easier than it should be, he thinks, to simply vanish into the night - but maybe that's one real advantage of it being just the two of them on one bike, plus it's not like half the emergency response will even see them, maybe. He doesn't care why or how, but as fire blooms behind them and with one final cheer and a fist in the air, they're well on their way out of Hawkins and heading south.
He's still laughing a good few minutes later.]
Fuck that was good. Hey Chrissy, you got a pretty good arm on you, ya know that? Too fuckin' good. Wish we coulda stuck around to enjoy it, but y'know what, glad to be outta there. Fuck Hawkins!
[It wasn't even that amazing a victory, really, because anyone can trash a few trailers in a small town, but he doesn't care. He's just like this any time he gets to destroy something.]
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But that's all right. He'll get her back to California and then she can be right there with him as the whole crew becomes that wild cyclone of violence against whoever they please.
They reach that fucker's house that she'd been apparently stuck with for god knows how long, and he's all too happy to take over. One bottle crashes against a window and drips fire all over the windowsill where it soon takes hold, seeking a way inside. The second smashes into the front door, and the paint quickly peels as the fire eats its way up the wood.
The sirens are to be expected, and he takes to the side streets to avoid those assholes who are probably taking a direct route toward the fires. It's easier than it should be, he thinks, to simply vanish into the night - but maybe that's one real advantage of it being just the two of them on one bike, plus it's not like half the emergency response will even see them, maybe. He doesn't care why or how, but as fire blooms behind them and with one final cheer and a fist in the air, they're well on their way out of Hawkins and heading south.
He's still laughing a good few minutes later.]
Fuck that was good. Hey Chrissy, you got a pretty good arm on you, ya know that? Too fuckin' good. Wish we coulda stuck around to enjoy it, but y'know what, glad to be outta there. Fuck Hawkins!
[It wasn't even that amazing a victory, really, because anyone can trash a few trailers in a small town, but he doesn't care. He's just like this any time he gets to destroy something.]