[september 20]

[something_incredible]

It's true Hopper has been drinking tonight, but he's not drunk. That's something he's been doing his best to keep from Beverly, getting drunk only when he's away from their apartment and only when someone else is going to be there with her, one of her friends or Steve, and he never takes any of the pills when he's going to have to look after her in any way. He's being responsible.

A responsible alcoholic, he's well aware of it, but responsible all the same.

So he's had a beer or two tonight, but nothing that's going to end with him face down on the couch, no matter how badly he might want to. Something's been going on with her anyway and that's the sort of shit he has to focus on right now instead of his own issues.

For as long as she's been living here, she's had nightmares. Hopper's aware of that and he figures, given the shit with her father, that makes sense. He's never known what to do with it, though. It's not like it happens every night as far as he knows, just some of the time, and it's not like she's the only person in the world who has nightmares now and then. Sometimes he dreams about Sara dying all over again, has nightmares about her teeth falling out along with her hair, but he doesn't talk about them and he figures Beverly doesn't want to either. If she did, she would.

But they seem worse lately. He's been waking up more often to find her already awake or he's heard her moving around in the middle of the night. He still doesn't know what to do about it, though, if there's something he should be saying to her, so he's going with the only thing he does know.

Offering her whatever the hell she wants.

"Hey," he says when she gets in from school. It's Friday, they've got the whole weekend ahead of them. "What d'you wanna do tonight? Anything."

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"Hell, yeah," he answers. "You know I played beanbags professionally for awhile, right? Almost made it onto the Olympic team before I damaged my rotator cuff and had to give it all up to be a cop instead."

Somehow he manages to say it all with a straight face. He doesn't break, not even a little, even goes so far as to start rolling his shoulders as if limbering up the old, injured arm.

"You're in trouble," he says to Beverly, then finally grins as he hands his tickets over to the game attendant.

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"Beanbags are so not an Olympic sport," Beverly says with a laugh, unable to keep the amusement from her expression. "No way, I am not falling for that." He'd be pretty convincing if she weren't completely sure he's making it up. It won't make any difference one way or the other in trying to beat each other in this game, anyway. He'll put up a good fight, but she's determined not to let him walk away with bragging rights here.

"You wanna go first?"

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"Letting the champ take the first shot," he says, as if it's a terrible idea. "Alright, kid, it's your funeral."

With a beanbag in hand, Hopper steps forward and lines up his throw. It's actually a pretty decent shot, though not perfect, and he narrows his eyes before taking a step back and sweeping his arm toward the game as an indication for Beverly to take her turn.

"Okay, second to the middle," he says of his own throw. "Not bad, but I bet you can do better."

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"We'll see," Beverly says, though she's grinning, confident, as she does. She'd thought this might be a good distraction, and so far, it's already seeming to be, just enough to keep her from getting too stuck in her head for a while. If she could, she would tell him just how much it means to her to be able to do things like this, to go out and have fun together, to feel safe, but she's not sure she'll ever really have the words. She would have to veer too close to too many unpleasant truths in order to do so, and some subjects are better left unaddressed. Still, she appreciates it.

Taking careful aim, she eyes the target for a moment, then lobs the beanbag towards it. It looks, for a moment, like it might land right in the middle; instead, it winds up draped over the edge between the center and the ring around it. She shrugs, though, satisfied enough. "I'll take it."

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"You sure you weren't up for the Olympic beanbag team?" he asks as the proprietor of the game resets, taking Beverly's bag off the board and moving away to give them another chance. "You've been hustling me, huh?"

They're actually probably pretty well matched, just something about the fact that they both have good aim. Hopper likes that, though, he likes seeing a skill like that coming out of her and he grins as he takes another shot.

The one sails straight through the middle and he gives Beverly a smug grin. "See what you can do with that."

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"Maybe I would've been if they had one," Beverly quips, shooting him a grin. It's all a little ridiculous, but she likes that. Being able to joke around like this is nice, and still something that feels sort of new to her. She's been in Darrow for a while now, and lived with Hopper for a while, too, but part of her still isn't used to having friends and people to count on. For a long time, she was virtually on her own. She tries to push aside the little voice in the back of her head that tells her she will again, the awful images from that dream that she thinks was about her. That isn't what she needs to be thinking about right now.

At least this makes for a good distraction. She has no intention of letting Hopper win, which means she needs to do at least as well as he does in their little competition. Taking a deep breath, she gives herself a moment, then tosses the beanbag straight through the center ring.

She beams as she turns towards Hopper again. "You were saying about the Olympic team?"

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"Yeah, you've been hustling me," he says. "Damn, kid, and here I thought I could trust you."

He's clearly teasing, wearing a bright grin as he tosses his next bean bag and it misses the centre again. Beverly is going to win this one, but not for lack of his trying. He doesn't mind, though, either way, he's going to be paying for dinner, no matter what kind of bet they've made.

"One more throw," the man at the booth says, giving Beverly her last bean bag.

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"Hey, I told you I had good aim," Beverly points out with a grin. She's not sure it counts as hustling when she was upfront about that, but she also knows this is all in fun anyway. A little competitive spirit is hardly a bad thing, especially when she knows dinner isn't really at stake here. Even if it were, it wouldn't matter all that much. Boardwalk food isn't all that expensive.

Taking the beanbag, she says, "Alright, let's go for the win here." These things are mostly rigged and she knows it, but it's not like she's trying to beat the game, just trying to beat Hopper. And she really, really wants to win. He's tough, but she's good at this, and when she gives her last throw, it lands exactly where she wants it to. "Yes!"

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"Damn," he says, knowing he's not going to beat that, but he really doesn't mind at all either. He's just happy to have gotten her out of the house, to see her smiling. Making people feel better isn't exactly something he's known for being very good at, but he's trying.

"What would you like?" the man at the booth asks. "You for the top score, so you can pick any of the prizes on the top row."

They're mostly stuffed animals, too big to be practical, but Hopper nods at the giant pink gorilla. "He's so damn ugly. You should take him."

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"Yeah, okay, I want that one," Beverly replies with a laugh, pointing to the pink gorilla. She has what she really wanted here — bragging rights — and it's not like she would rather have had any of the other prizes. They're all about the same level of ridiculous, so it doesn't really matter much. This one is especially so, though, and she grins as the man at the booth gets it down and hands it to her. What the hell she's going to do with a giant stuffed pink gorilla, she has no idea, but she's still going to enjoy her victory.

"I think that gives me the lead," she says as they walk away from the booth. "Ready to admit defeat yet?"

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"Oh, hell no," Hopper answers, then points to the booth with the water guns. It's straight forward enough, they shoot water into a target and try to make their little car get to the end of the racetrack -- a straight line, not much of a track -- before the other person.

This is something he's pretty sure he'll win. Which will only make them even and he'll still buy her dinner.

"We're heading there next," he says. "And I'm gonna kick your ass."

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"In your dreams," Beverly says with a short laugh, though she has a feeling the advantage in this game will be his. Aiming with a water gun is probably somewhat different than aiming with a real gun, but it's got to be close enough, and he's the one who has experience with the latter. She doesn't intend to just admit that, though, or surrender without giving it her all. If he wins, she means to see to it that it's not by much, but she's hardly about to act like he's won before they've even started.

"Come on, we're doing this."

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"You think your pink gorilla's gonna help with your aim?" he asks and it's pretty sad trash talk, but it's not like he can really give her a hard time the way he might have with one of his buddies.

Stepping forward, he pays for the two of them to play, and he's enjoying this is a hell of a lot more than he would if there was a crowd here tonight. It's just the two of them playing these games and he has to admit, that's how he likes it best.

"You ready?" he asks once they've both got their water guns in hand.