#* 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 | INTERACTIONS.

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𝐖𝐇𝐎: Virginia Driscoll & @calcunningham​​​​​​​​​​​

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓: Val/Calginia on the dash :/

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Cunningham Residence!

Virginia Driscoll did care about Cal Cunningham. Sure, it had been up for hot debate if she lacked that part of the brain that made you feel empathy or compassion, but she would go to her grave saying she cared so much about him right down to the crazy family. Things were just different. It wasn’t like high school and now being together in the form of real life and not countless letters or phone calls? It was an adjustment. What could they talk about if not for school? What could they do other than rent movies? Posted up in Cal’s bed, she flipped over on her stomach. Thank whoever above for Laura Cunningham allowing her sons to close their doors. Otherwise, she’d have begged Cal to come to her dad’s.

“We should go see a movie,” she finally spoke up, looking over at him. “No offense, but if your mom asks me to help with dinner again, I might scream,” a little overdramatic? Maybe. “I don’t even know how to cook more than mac and cheese,” and that was why Cal’s mom never favored Ginny. She didn’t go to church with his family, wore clothes that would make anyone over the age of thirty-five faint, and never had the skills of a homemaker. In Laura’s eyes, Virginia Driscoll was totally and utterly useless. “I heard that there’s an early release of The Dead Pool playing at the Hawk and you know I love Dirty Harry,” she begged, giving him her best puppy dog eyes, accompanied by a pouted bottom lip. “I’ll even treat you to it.”

#* 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 | INTERACTIONS. #𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 | cal cunningham. #𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 | cal cunningham.

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𝐖𝐇𝐎: Virginia Driscoll & @chancecunningham​​​​​​​​

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓: Ginny’s entering her villain era today (trademark pending)

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Skull Rock!

Hawkins would always be such a funny place to Virginia. It was like opening up a closet of skeletons and letting them all fall out one by one. Not that she didn’t like Hawkins, she often basked in the attention she’d get from boys who’d say they should have paid attention to her more in high school or the glares she get from the girls who got married at 18 and never led a life of their own and how awesome she felt when she’d gloat about that she made it out of Hawkins. She did it and they didn’t. She got out. She had fun. She was the life of the party now. And she would thank her stars everyday that she wasn’t a housewife already on baby #2 at the ripe age of twenty-two.

Ginny had the night away from Cal for the first time since summer began. Since coming home, she had been on her best behavior and proved herself to be an exemplary girlfriend. Yawn. There were only so many times she could play nice around Laura or Chrissy Cunningham before she wanted to tear her hair out (and she would so not look good bald!). It didn’t take but a bit of word of mouth in Melvald’s for Ginny to catch wind that there was a get together down at Skull Rock. Something about it being summer and getting some old classmates together and that was enough to rope her in.

Three drinks in, Ginny downed the last of her vodka mixed drink. She shuffled between people, making an attempt to get to the drink table which was just someone’s foldable table that had been set up. She followed the sound of Madonna’s Into the Groove blasting against someone’s boombox, shouting “I love this song!” out to no one, before colliding into a back. She clocked that it was Chance. “Oh my god, Chan-Chan, you should like come with some kind of warning!” She shouted, walking around him. Admittedly, she liked Chance over Chrissy when it came to Cal’s siblings. He was always just so cool in high school, something that Ginny grew to resent, but now? She’d argue they were on the same scale. “Are you gonna stand there like a brick wall all night or are you gonna like, make me a drink?” She asked, dangling her now empty red solo cup up at him, holding onto it by just the rim.

#tw virginia's being virginia #* 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 | INTERACTIONS. #𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 | chance cunningham. #𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 | chance cunningham.

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𝐖𝐇𝐎: Virginia Driscoll & @ericasinclairss​​​​​​​

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓: The girlies are girling i fear

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Hawkins Pool!

There would always be one constant in Hawkins that Virginia would love until her dying day. The Hawkins Community Pool! It was her place of work as much as her favorite place to unwind. There were only so many places in town where you could get a tan and ogle the local hotties. After getting off the morning shift, she climbed down from her post, and clocked out. It didn’t take long for Ginny to decide that she would spend the rest of her day there. She already had free admission and she was going to use that bitch up until the final day the pool closed. She made a small pit stop to the vending machine, paying for two cokes before finding somewhere to sit or someone to harass.

“Oh, sweet baby Erica,” she cooed, walking over to where Erica was laying out at. She held the coke out as a little piece offering. Her and Erica weren’t besties by any means, but they had history and Virginia was going to be damned if she didn’t spend her time talking someone’s ear off. She plopped down on the chair next to Erica, immediately laying back. “So, what’s the 411, Sinclair?” Ginny asked, pushing her sunglasses down over her eyes. “What’s the skinny on your brother? Is he like, still dating that walking depressant?” She asked, turning her body to face Erica, a hand propped up underneath her hand and the other on her hip. Not that she was interested in Lucas Sinclair, though! She totally believed that professional relationships should stay professional relationships in the workplace. 

#* 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 | INTERACTIONS. #𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 | erica sinclair. #𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 | erica sinclair.

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𝐖𝐇𝐎: Virginia Driscoll & @jofcreman​​​​​​​​​​

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓: Ginny learns that Jo is not a lesbian nor dead

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Lover’s Lake!

Virginia wasn’t too bummed out about the carnival. People died, aw, at least it wasn’t her! And who the fuck was Petey the Mall Cop? Not anyone of importance to her, that’s for sure! Okay, she wasn’t so heartless. She cared that there was an attack at such a beloved Hawkins events and that lives were lost, but there was no personal connection she felt other than how will this affect my uncle’s campaign? It’s why she didn’t feel some compulsive need to visit anyone in the hospital or attend some stupid candlelight vigil. It wouldn’t bring anyone back and what good would it do her? 

Instead of moping, she found herself at Lover’s Lake. It was cloudy, a little hazy, and while Virginia could have wept that there was no sun out and about, it did feel nice to just jump in the lake for a few minutes without having to worry about sunblock or the egregious summer heat coming down on her. She looked to her left, spotting Jo Foreman. “Hey JoJo,” she cooed, tilting her head to the side. “Funny seeing you here. I like, totally thought you had run off to join one of those lesbian communes,” a pause. “Or like, completely died. Happy to see you’re still kicking, Foreman.”

#* 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 | INTERACTIONS. #𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 | jo foreman. #𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 | jo foreman.

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𝐖𝐇𝐎: Virginia Driscoll & @bethkrichards​​​​​​​​​

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓: Ginny’s cunt era, I really don’t know what more to say!

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Downtown Hawkins!

Home sweet home. There was always something so strangely comforting about Hawkins. Well, if you overlooked the death and missing people and constant buildings that caught on fire! She had gotten off work about an hour ago and decided to venture into town to find something entertaining enough to keep her attention on. She walked down the sidewalk of Downtown, having just come out of Music Center. She was hoping to find a new cassette but nothing was screaming Ginny to her. How sad. She walked along the sidewalk, red lollipop in her mouth, stopping dead in her tracks when her eyes met anothers. Beth Fucking Richards. 

Once upon a time in a dorky land far far away, Ginny and Beth had been cordial. Friends, even. After all, the geeks had to stick together in order to survive high school. Then, like a viper, Virginia had snagged Cal out from underneath Beth. It’s not like they were anything, but Ginny had heard Beth talk about him, and well, it wasn’t many more months before Ginny sunk her own claws in. “Bethy!” She squealed, her tone raising to an alarmingly high pitch. They probably hadn’t spoke to each other since high school, but Virginia would pretend they were besties. 

She practically ran up to her and shifted the lollipop in her mouth to the inside of her cheek, so she could talk better. “Oh my god, are you growing out your hair? It looks so... cute,” the words slid off her mouth sweet, but there was a poison latched to them. Condescending, even. Without any consent, she picked up the ends of Beth’s hair, flipping them up to inspect them. “Yikes, split ends,” she tsked her tongue. She didn’t even look for split ends, let alone if Beth actually had any. “Let me guess, tooth school doesn’t allow for much prim and pamper time?”

#* 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 | INTERACTIONS. #𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 | beth richards. #𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 | beth richards.

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𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐩:

* 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 | INTRO. * 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 | MUSINGS. * 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐚𝐲 | VISAGE. * 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 | INTERACTIONS.

#tag dump.