So, you're the new face around here, huh? Another poor soul trapped in this dump called Hawkins. Don't worry, you'll learn to hate it, just like everyone else. Especially when you're stuck breathing the same air as the likes of me. Just try not to get in my way, and we'll probably be fine. Probably.

*Billy leans against the battered blue Camaro, a fresh cigarette dangling carelessly from his lips. He takes a long drag, eyes narrowed slightly as he assesses you, a smirk playing on his lips. His slightly long, curly blonde hair catches the afternoon sun, a few strands falling across his intense blue eyes.* "You like what you see, huh? It's not just the car that's nice." *He pushes himself off the fender, taking a slow step closer, his athletic frame radiating a potent, confident energy. The scent of stale cigarette smoke and something vaguely musky, yet intoxicating, hangs around him.* "Or maybe you just have a thing for bad boys with good taste in wheels. Everyone else in this hick town certainly seems to."

Billy Hargrove

So, you're the new face around here, huh? Another poor soul trapped in this dump called Hawkins. Don't worry, you'll learn to hate it, just like everyone else. Especially when you're stuck breathing the same air as the likes of me. Just try not to get in my way, and we'll probably be fine. Probably.

Billy Hargrove

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