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sp0o0kylights Ā· 1 year ago
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Part OneĀ / Part Two (You are Here) / Part ThreeĀ 
A03
Hopper had undersold Harrington's condition.Ā 
Wayne hadn't expected anything pretty, but the face that turned to them as they walked through the door almost had him freezing in place.Ā 
Black eye, bruised chin, split lip.Ā 
More and more bruises, some faded and some very new, trailing down the kids neck.Ā 
Ā The rest was hidden by his preppy little polo shirt, but Wayne didn't doubt that there were more.
Harrington tried to stand when they entered the room and the way he moved--entirely unbalanced, clearly in a lot of pain--made Wayne think the only thing the kid really needed was a hospital.Ā 
Because Steve Harrington hadn't just been beaten.Ā 
He'd been tortured--and very recently strangled.Ā 
(Abruptly, Wayne realized that Hopper had implied the boy had been in the mall fire--just as much as he implied the mall fire was anything but.Ā 
He also hadn't stated how Harrington had escaped the Suites trying to break into his house.)Ā 
"Sit down." Hopper commanded, and Wayne expected Harrington to do anything but listen.Ā 
Say something cocky, or act the part of a demanding little shit maybe, despite the condition he was in.
Instead the kid just sighed in relief and dropped like a stone, right back into the chair.Ā 
Hopper came around his desk, talking all the while. "Steve, this is Wayne. Wayne, Steve."
"Hello Sir." Steve croaked politely. His voice was wrecked, no doubt from the necklace of finger shaped bruises around his neck.
"You're going to stay with him for a while, and you're gonna pay him for the privilege." Hopper informed him, as he began digging around his desk. "Money, chores, whatever Wayne wants."Ā 
Wayne held his gaze as Steve turned to appraise him.Ā 
Would Harrington pitch a fit?Ā 
Would he look at Wayne's work clothes, streaked with dirt and sweat, with the name of the warehouse embroidered in the corner and crinkle up his nose, just like his daddy did?Ā 
Hopper didn't lie, but a part of Wayne wanted to see just how different this Harrington was. If the respectful demeanor was an act done for Hopper.Ā 
Or perhaps, Hopper had mentioned Steve's father for a reason, instead of his mother. Did he adopt her ice-like approach to life?Ā 
Micro managing and long-held grudges were Stella Harringtonā€™s game, and she excelled at it.Ā 
Steve however, did nothing of the sort, instead settling with the situation in a way that reminded Wayne far too strongly of the men and women who'd come home from war.
"Okay." The kid said simply, after a long moment of consideration. He turned back to Hopper. "But we need to tell the rest of the Par--"Ā 
Here he cut a look back to Wayne, correcting himself. "the kids. I don't want them showing up at my house trying to find me and freaking out."Ā 
"They wouldn't--" Jim paused, fingers freezing from the rummaging they'd been doing. "they absolutely would, goddammit." He muttered darkly.Ā Ā 
"I'll tell the kids. The only thing I want you doing right now is laying low. I need to get a hold of Owens, but it's gonna take time to do that, and more time to fix this, so as of right now, Harrington? You're on vacation." He pointed sternly, as if Steve might argue.
The kid looked too tired and messed up to bother trying.Ā 
"I mean it. You're out of the country, where is anybody's guess. No one's seen you and no one better be seeing you, got it?" His voice held firm, and Wayne had to blink because the tone here wasn't one of a police chief warning a teenager--but of a father talking to his son.
He knew, because his own voice did that now. Took on a worried tone that masqueraded as something more like annoyance and seriousness.Ā 
"Yes, Sir." Harrington said, remaining weirdly compliant. "Consider me gone."Ā 
A hand came up to briefly press above one eye, and Wayne wondered if the kid had been looked over, or if they had just crammed him into Hopper's office without offering so much as a tissue box.Ā 
How many painkillers did they have back at the house? Wayne usually kept a good bottle around, but Steve was going to need more than thatā€¦
He found himself once again cataloging Steve's wounds, this time comparing them to the medicine cabinet he had at home.Ā 
"I expect you to be a damn good house guest, you hear me?" Hopper continued, trying to cut a menacing figure. He finally found what he was looking for; pulling out a large, padded envelope.Ā 
He handed it over to Harrington, who took it without looking, shoving it into the duffle bag he'd had sitting at his feet.Ā 
There was a smudge of red on the handle of said bag, that matched perfectly up to a shittily done wrap on Steve's right hand.Ā 
Wayne mentally added 'buy more bandages' to his list.Ā 
Steve nodded at Hopper again. "Yes, Sir."
Jimā€™s eyes narrowed. "Quite that, you know I hate that."Ā 
The briefest glimmer of mischief crossed Harrington's face. "Sorry, Sir. Won't happen again, Sir."
'Ahh.' Wayne thought. 'So there's a teenager in there after all.'
Jim rolled his eyes. "Get out of my office."
"Thanks Hop." Harrington said, finally dropping that odd obedience, a hint of a smile on his battered face.Ā 
He stood, and Wayne had to stop himself from offering an arm out as Steve reached for his bag and limped towards him.Ā 
He paused right before he left Hopper's office, hand on the doorframe.
Ā "You'll check up on Robin too, right?"Ā  He asked, and for the first time his tone took on something more alive--and filled with worry. "And Dustin? Erica?"Ā 
"Dustin and his mom are finally taking me up on my suggestion to see their family in Florida for a while, and the Sinclairs are taking a sabbatical from Hawkins. I'm working on the Buckley's." Hopper drummed his fingers on the desk. "So far, no one else besides you and El have been targeted, and we're going to keep it that way."
Steve let out a breath, and while Wayne could tell the worry hadn't left him, he could almost physically see Steve force himself to put it away.
Another act that was far beyond the kid's years.Ā 
A different officer popped up as they walked down the hall towards the exit, waving his hand madly. "Harrington! Chief says you forgot this!" He barked.
(Or tried to anyway. Callahan wasnā€™t the most aggressive of officers and frankly, never would be.)
A slim sports bag was held in his hands, and Steve nearly tripped over his own feet when he tried to turn and claim it.
"I'll get it." Wayne said, knowing his tone sounded gruff.
No use for it. He could either sound gruff or sound sad, and Wayne knew better than to start off the relationship with yet another hurt young man by acting sad.
Pity wasn't gonna win him any favors here.Ā 
He took the bag, slinging it over his shoulder, uncaring of the wince on Harrington's face until something sharp poked at his shoulder.Ā 
Several somethings, in fact.Ā 
"What the hell do you got in this thing?" He asked once they hit the parking lot, voice low as he escorted Steve to his truck.Ā 
"Just a baseball bat, sir." Steve said, in the exact same tone Eddie used every time he thought he was beinā€™ slick.Ā 
Considering the thing in the bag could have passed for a baseball bat if not for the sharp pokey bits, it wasnā€™t a bad attempt. Steve just hadnā€™t accounted for the fact that Wayne lived with Eddie.Ā 
An unfair advantage, really.Ā 
ā€˜Least there canā€™t be any baby racoons in the damn bag.ā€™ Wayne thought idly.Ā 
Went on to gently put the bat in the backseat, watching as the kid struggled to lift himself into the truck.
"You can drop that, I take too being called Sir about as well as Hop does." He said, keeping his tone nice and calm, hoping to ease into calling Steve out on his lie.Ā 
Fussed with a few dials on the stereo, giving Steve an excuse to take his time before starting the engine and taking the long way home.
Wayne wanted to talk a little-- without the chance of Edā€™s interrupting.Ā 
"Son,ā€ He started off. ā€œI was born in the morning, but not this morning. I'm hoping to make the next few weeks as easy as I can for both of us, and I can't do that if you're starting off with a lie."Ā 
Steve blinked, turning to face him in a matter that was too fast for his injuries. He didn't bother hiding the hurt it caused him, but his voice stayed even as he spoke.
Ā "What do you mean Si--Wayne."Ā 
"Nice catch.ā€Ā  Wayne said. ā€œWeā€™ll get you there yet.ā€Ā 
It was a trick he'd learned with Eddie--little tidbits of praise went a long way when it came to gaining trust.
Especially with kids who hadn't ever been given much.Ā 
Harrington seemed smart to it, or perhaps was just hesitant to speak in general because he remained quiet, not offering up any info. No further lies, but nothing towards the truth, neither.Ā 
Which was fine. Wayne didnā€™t think a little pushing would hurt.
"That bat of yours was digging into my shoulder like a bee swarm." Wayne continued, when it became clear Steve wasn't talking. "I'm more a fan of football than baseball, but last I checked they hadn't changed the design of a bat."Ā 
"What teams?" Steve asked, perking up a touch. "Of football. Which ones are yours?"
Wayne could ignore it of course, or demand Steve give him an answer to the question he asked.Ā 
He did neither. "Iā€™m liking the Colts since they got moved here. You?"Ā 
"Green Bay Packers, though I like the Colts too--that trade in 84ā€™ was crazy." Steve said. After a second he proved that answering instead of pushing was the right move because he added; "What did Hopper tell you? Aboutā€¦" He trailed off, making a gesture Wayne didn't bother trying to interpret.Ā 
"He said some things. I've guessed a few others." Wayne admitted. Cut a little look out of the corner of his eye as he came to a stop sign. "I know the feds are real interested in you after Starcourt."Ā 
Steve took that in, hands tightening on the handle.Ā 
"It really is a baseball bat." He said, a little fast and with the tiniest hint of that challenge Wayne had been looking for. "It just also has nails hammered into one end."Ā 
Wayne took that in with one nice, slow blink.Ā 
"A bat with nails in it." He said, and it made a hell of a lot of sense compared to the sensation he'd felt carrying the case. "You use it against anyone?"Ā 
"Some of the feds." Steve admitted, and even with his eyes on the road Wayne could tell he was being stared at.
Judged.
Not in the way one expected a rich kid to judge, but in the way Eddie had, those first few months he'd lived here. The times whenĀ  he'd push, just a little, to see what Wayne's reaction would be.Ā 
Eddie hadn't done it in a damn long time, but Wayne recognized the behavior nonetheless.Ā 
"Anybody else?" He asked.Ā 
"Nobody human." Steve replied.Ā 
"Alright." Wayne said, and made a mental note to drop all questions related to that.Ā 
He didn't need to know, definitely didn't want to know, and had a feeling if he did know he'd find himself being watched by the same spooks after Steve.
"I've got a few deck boxes that lock on my porch. Think you'd be agreeable to leaving the bat in one?"Ā 
Steve paused, hand clenching tighter around the strap of his duffel bag. "If you gave me a key so I could get it in an emergency,Ā  I'd be happy to."Ā 
He tried to sound calm, even a little charming in that sort of upper-class businessman sort of way, but the fear bled through.Ā 
The kid wasn't happy separating from the bat, and given it sounded like it might have saved his life recently, Wayne understood the hesitation.Ā 
With an internal apology to Eddie, he promptly threw his nephew under the proverbial bus.Ā  "I've got my nephew at home and he'd be far too interested in it, is all. Blades and weapons and such tend to attract him, and I don't need to be rushing anyone to the ER."Ā 
All of which were very true facts (one Wayne learned the time he'd allowed Eddie to bring a swordĀ  home, only for him to nearly cut his own nose off winging the thing around) but he figured it might make Steve more amenable to separating from it.Ā 
Sure enough, some of the tenseness bled out of Steve's shoulders. "Yeah that's fair."Ā 
The truck hit a few potholes as they finally turned into the trailer park, and the kid hissed, a quiet sound.Ā 
Judging by the uncomfortable wince, and hands clenched into his jeans something painwise was giving him trouble.Ā 
"When was the last time you took a pain pill?" Wayne asked, doing his best to weave around the other holes that dotted the gravel roads.
Steve blinked. "Uhā€¦"Ā 
"You take any today son?"Ā 
Steve his head.Ā 
"Didn't have time to grab it." He said, offering a sad look to his pack.Ā 
Course he hadn't.Ā 
"Let's get you inside then and get you some." Wayne said with a sigh. Thankfully Eddie's van wasn't here--Wayne was fairly certain he had band practice today but knowing him it could be a million other things.
Just meant he had to acclimate Steve as fast as he could, to try and get the poor guy settled before Edā€™s came in.Ā 
He just hoped life and lady luck would work with him, for once.Ā 
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sp0o0kylights Ā· 1 year ago
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Part Two / Part Three
Ao3
It's 8:45 am.Ā 
The Red Barn, which is neither red nor a barn, has been open since 7, catering to the early morning crowd with rounds of coffee and pancakes.
It was no Benny's, but given the size of Hawkins and the lack of alternatives?
No one was complaining.Ā 
They were all too happy someone had opened up another watering hole for the working class man (or lass, as Foreman Shelly will dutifully remind you) which meant the place was packed with both day and night shift regulars, passing each other in staggered waves.Ā 
It also meant Wayne was sharing the packed breakfast counter with a warehouse worker by the name of John Cheese on one side and Police Chief Jim Hopper on the other.
He doesn't mind it.
Wayne's a man on a budget thinner than his shoelace, but he's also a man who understands that small indulgences need to be made in life or you didn't truly live it.
This is how he convinces himself to get a coffee at the Barn after work everyday, reading the morning newspaper and chatting with the other regulars before he heads home.
Bonus, it gets him out of the rapid-fire franticness that is his nephew in the mornings.
(All the love in the world wouldn't change the fact that all that Eddie came with a lot of noise.Ā 
The kind of noise that was a tried and true recipe for a headache right after a long shift.)
As a trade off, Wayne went to bed early so he could wake up in time for dinner with Eddie.
Ā It was a nice little system that worked for them.Ā 
A routine Wayne was reminiscing fondly on, when the pager on Chief Hopper started to chirp. With a sad moan, the man fished out a few crumbled bills and threw them on the counter, abandoning his coffee to trudge out to his truck.
This was not unusual.
Particularly recently, given they were but a scant few weeks past that whole mall ordeal. A fact all too easy to remember when one caught sight of the Chiefā€™s still healing face.Ā 
What was unusual, was when he came storming through the doors a minute later, face now a furious shade of red with his hat clenched in his hand.Ā 
The energy in the room shifted, taking on something a little watchful as Hopper swept his gaze from side to side, like a dog on the hunt.
Judging by the way he stilled when he caught sight of Wayne, the latter assumed he found what he was looking for and could only pray it was the person behind him.Ā 
(He liked John, but Wayne had enough trouble this year and he wasn't looking for any more.)Ā 
"Munson." Hopper called, striding over and dashing all his hopes. There was a choked fury emitting off him, and given the way John audibly scooted his chair away, Wayne knew everyone had clocked it.Ā 
"Chief." Wayne greeted, inclining his head towards him.
Idly he wondered what the hell his nephew had done this time.
'So help me if he stole all the town's lawn flamingos and put them in that damn teachers yard againā€¦.'
Wayne didn't even get to finish his threat, the Chief was already next to him.Ā 
"Mind if I have a word outside?"Ā 
Dammit Eddie.
"Ah hell, what's he done now?" Wayne asked with a sigh, eyeing the coffee he had left morosely.Ā 
There was still almost half of it left and the pot had tasted fresh for once.Ā 
"What?" Hopper said, and then Wayne got to watch as the man ran through an entire chain of thoughts, each one punctuated by things like; "Oh," and "No. "Ā 
"This is something else." He finished, flushed and fidgeting, anger making him antsy.Ā 
Wayne stared up at him.Ā 
"Something else?" He repeated, not sure he heard.
"Yes, something else." Hopper snapped impatiently, before leaning forward, voice dropping low. "This doesn't involve your nephew, but we both know you owe me for how many times I've let that kid off, Wayne. That's a damn big favor I've been doing you and I'm calling it in."Ā 
If it were any other cop, it'd sound like a threat.
It was Hopper though. The same Hopper who Wayne had gone to school with.
They'd never been friends exactly, but they had been friendly and remained so. Even now, after Wayne had taken Eddie in, whoā€™d gone on to be an undeniable pain in the local PDā€™s ass.Ā 
Hopper really did let the kid off easy.Ā 
Wayne really did owe him.Ā 
So he put down his coffee with a sigh, passed his newspaper over to John and stood up, motioning for Hopper to lead the way. Got into the Chiefā€™s truck when he waved him in, and didnā€™t make a big fuss when Hopper tore out of the parking lot like hell was about to open up under them.Ā 
"Not a lot of the kids involved in the mall fire could be identified, but a few of them were." Hopper started, which felt nonsensical given the utter lack of context.Ā 
Wayne hummed to show heā€™d heard.Ā 
ā€œSome of them got banged up more than others, and a lot of people wouldnā€™t be surprised if they didnā€™t make it.ā€Ā 
A pause, Hopper white knuckling the steering wheel as he swung the truck hard around a turn.Ā 
ā€œFor certain people, those kids dying is the preferred outcome.ā€Ā 
A mix of fear and warning swopped low in Wayneā€™s gut.Ā 
"Jim." Wayne said, dropping the use of a last name because if any situation called for it, it was this one. "What exactly are you saying here?"Ā 
The Chief chewed on his split lip.Ā 
"I know you're smart, Munson. I know you, and plenty of others are aware that something's happening, been happening in this town."Ā 
Which was a hell of an understatement if you asked Wayne. Plenty of the upper classes might be able to bury their heads when it came to the military parading about and the flow of ā€œaccidentsā€ they brought in their wake, but then, they didn't see all the other signs of trouble.Ā 
The absolute oddity that was Starcourtā€™s construction.Ā 
How it had been built using primarily outside crews and anyone who'd taken a singular look at the site could tell you they were building it weird.Ā 
Weird as in it looked like it would have a multi-level basement, and not what a mall should have.Ā 
Then there were the constant electrical problems. The backups upon backups that failed. The late night delivery vans headed out to the Hawkins Lab.Ā 
The things in the woods that kept spooking all the deer and the weird markings they left behind that unnerved even the hardest of hunters.Ā 
This didnā€™t even touch the Russian military that more than one reputable person swore was hanging around.Ā 
The very same Wayne himself had seen, on more than one occasion.Ā 
(And you couldnā€™t deny it; those boys were military. Past or present, it didnā€™t matter. They moved like a threat, and Wayne treated them like one, staying well clear.)
"Yeah." Wayne admitted. "I also know better than to stick my nose in it."Ā 
"That makes you a smarter man than me.' Hop complained under his breath, but the anger was self directed.Ā 
"The point is, there are some government types crawling around, doing shit they shouldn't be doing, and more than a few of them are in the business of making people disappear.ā€Ā 
This was absolutely not where Wayne had thought this was going.Ā 
Hopper took a breath. Than another.
A third.
It was starting to make Wayne nervous, in a way he hadnā€™t felt since a social worker had brought Eddie to him for the last time and final time. It was the feeling that things were about to shift in a way that would change the course of his life.Ā 
"Steve Harrington is sitting in my office right now, beat to absolute shit.ā€ Hopper admitted.
Wayne gave him the floor to talk, letting him go at his own pace without interruptions.Ā 
ā€œHe's there because some of those government types finally figured out his parents are never fucking home.ā€Ā 
Wayne sucked in a breath.Ā 
"We both know his parents, Wayne. Harassing them to come back and take care of their kid won't work, and frankly, Iā€™m beginning to think all the phone lines are tapped anyway.ā€ He winced here, like voicing such a thing pained him, and Wayne understood.
It sounded a little too out there, a little like he was buying into a conspiracy.Ā 
Except he wasnā€™t. Wayne knew he wasnā€™t.Ā 
Jim Hopper might have been an alcoholic, a man living in pain and unconcerned with his own life, but if there was one thing he was solid for, it was shit like this.
He didnā€™t jump to conclusions. Didnā€™t believe the first thing people told him. Even at his worst, he did the work to see what was really happening, and made his decisions from there.Ā 
(Even if that decision was to accept the occasional bribe, or drive an intoxicated 13 year old Eddie home instead of hauling his ass into the drunk tank.)Ā 
ā€œHarrington wonā€™t admit it, but heā€™s got a hell of a concussion if not a full blown brain injury and heā€™s not reacting as well as he should to Suites trying to run him off the road.ā€ Hopper continued. Angrily, he added, ā€œDamn kid didnā€™t even come to me until they tried to break into his house last night.ā€Ā 
His fingers squeezed the wheel so hard Wayne heard the leather creak in protest.Ā 
ā€œIā€™d take him, but my cabin is being renovated fromā€¦ā€ He trailed off, heaving a sigh.
Ā ā€œA storm, so me and my kid are bunked with the Byers right now and weā€™re full up.ā€Ā 
Hawkins hadn't had a storm like that in years, but Wayne wasn't going to call him out on the blatant lie.Ā 
ā€œI need a place to stash him for the next few weeks, until I can work with some of the higher ups sniffing around, and get them to call off their attack dogs.ā€Ā 
ā€œAnd you want to stuff him with me.ā€ Wayne finished.Ā 
ā€œI know you donā€™t have the room.ā€ Hopper admitted easily, stopping his truck at a red light and locking eyes with the other man. ā€œBut I also know youā€™ll be the last place anyone would look for him.ā€Ā 
'Ainā€™t that the damn truth.'
ā€œYouā€™re really gonna go this far for a Harrington?ā€ Wayne asked, instead of the million of other questions leaping to the forefront of his mind.Ā 
This one, he figured, was the most important.Ā 
ā€œHeā€™s not his dad.ā€ Hopper said, as firm as Wayne had ever heard him. ā€œHeā€™s not either of his parents, and he saved my little girl.ā€Ā 
Wayne hadnā€™t even known Hopper had another little girl, but he also knew better than to ask where the guy had found one.Ā 
It wasnā€™t his business, just as nothing else Jim was involved in, was his business.
Except, apparently, Steve Harrington.Ā 
ā€œIā€™m gonna need my own truck if Iā€™m takin' Harrington home.ā€ Wayne said easily, instead of bothering to ask anything else.
If Jim said the kid was different than his daddy, then he was--because when it came to things like that, Jim didn't lie.
No point in it.Ā 
ā€œI know. Just needed to talk to you first, without anyone overhearing.ā€ Jim said, before swinging the police truck around and heading back to the Barn.Ā 
ā€œIā€™ll stay in contact with you, and Iā€™ll make sure Harrington pays you for the pleasure of your hospitality. Just--ā€ Here Jim cut himself off, looking like he was struggling an awful lot with the next thing he wanted to say.Ā 
Once again, Wayne waited him out.
ā€œDonā€™t let Steve fool you. Heā€™s good at fooling people, letting them think heā€™s okay. Too good at it, and between the two of us, I have a real good idea of the reason why.ā€Ā 
A memory came to Wayne unbidden, of Richard Harrington and Chet Hagan, beating some poor kid in the highschool bathroom bloody. The grins on their faces as the poor guy wailed for them to stop.
How they almost hadnā€™t.Ā 
ā€œAlright.ā€ Wayne agreed.
Hopper swung back into the Barn's parking lot, and Wayne moved right to his own beat to shit truck, ready to follow Jim back to the police station.
He wasnā€™t a praying man, not anymore, but Catholisim wasnā€™t a thing that let you go easy.Ā 
He found himself sending up a quick prayer, fingers flicking in a kind of miniature version of the sign of the cross.Ā 
Considering his own kidā€™s history with Harrington, and the sheer small space of the trailer?Ā 
Wayne had a feeling it was needed.
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starlightshadowsworld Ā· 1 year ago
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Love Wayne love thus
Part OneĀ 
Hopper had undersold Harringtonā€™s condition.Ā 
Wayne hadnā€™t expected anything pretty, but the face that turned to them as they walked through the door almost had him freezing in place.Ā 
Black eye, bruised chin, split lip.Ā 
More and more bruises, some faded and some very new, trailing down the kids neck.Ā 
Ā The rest was hidden by his preppy little polo shirt, but Wayne didnā€™t doubt that there were more.
Harrington tried to stand when they entered the room and the way he movedā€“entirely unbalanced, clearly in a lot of painā€“made Wayne think the only thing the kid really needed was a hospital.Ā 
Because Steve Harrington hadnā€™t just been beaten.Ā 
Heā€™d been torturedā€“and very recently strangled.Ā 
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starlightshadowsworld Ā· 1 year ago
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Oh hell yeah
Itā€™s 8:45 am.Ā 
The Red Barn, which is neither red nor a barn, has been open since 7, catering to the early morning crowd with rounds of coffee and pancakes.
It was no Bennyā€™s, but given the size of Hawkins and the lack of alternatives?
No one was complaining.Ā 
They were all too happy someone had opened up another watering hole for the working class man (or lass, as Foreman Shelly will dutifully remind you) which meant the place was packed with both day and night shift regulars, passing each other in staggered waves.Ā 
It also meant Wayne was sharing the packed breakfast counter with a warehouse worker by the name of John Cheese on one side and Police Chief Jim Hopper on the other.
He doesnā€™t mind it.
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