Continuing my examination of what happened to the characters of Saved by the Bell once the lights turned off.
Before Tori Scott showed up to ruffle Zack Morris's perfectly bleached hair, Stacey Carosi was the ball-busting New York bitch making his perfect summer at Malibu Sands miserable. Until, of course, he managed to woo her in yet another of his "What the fuck? What happened to Kelly?!" affairs. Despite being a pretty major supporting character in a significant story arc, it's damn hard to find a decent picture of Stacey Carosi.
Upon her return to New York after her summer of hedonism at Malibu Sands, Stacey enrolled in college. Although she wanted to pursue Graphic Design at NYU, her father pressured her to pursue a Food Service Management certificate at LaGuardia Community College. She was initially rebellious, but after her father's heart attack she acquiesced.
While stuck in a middling school studying a field she didn't care about to take over a job she didn't want at a resort she never wanted to revisit, Stacey fell into hard drug use. Cocaine was her drug of choice, and Daddy's Malibu Sands slush fund kept the snow falling and the parties happening.
Eventually, as always happens, the coke stopped working the way it used to. It took more and more, and Stacey couldn't escape the crushing loneliness she had felt since Zack had never returned a single one of her letters. She fell into a deep depression, and her drug use transitioned from recreational to intentionally-self-destructive.
Then, one hot night in August, Stacey was gakked out of her mind at a party in a broken down parking garage in Red Hook. She met Eric, Jessie Spano's ex-stepbrother, when a mutual friend suggested they chat since they had both been to California. Eric and Stacey instantly connected on their singular obsession: the Bayside High class of '93. That and heroin.
Within a week they were living together. Meeting a kindred spirit who knew exactly who she was talking about allowed her to unleash all her vitriol, pain, and sexual frustration at once. Similarly, Eric sought release through Stacey's Malibu Sands photos. He had never found a way to turn his relationship with Jessie sexual before his father had been caught banging a secretary and lost his job and wife.
Eric bleached his hair and bought a cell phone while Stacey curled her hair and studied Thoreau. With the sort of motivation they inspired in one another, they surely could have accomplished something significant; sadly their efforts only went into scoring more drugs and satisfying their sexual desires with bizarre Zack/Jessie roleplay scenarios.
After shorting his connection on multiple occasions, Eric bought a tainted bag one fateful night. He and Stacey shot up their favored combination of heroin and methamphetamine, but felt nothing. They pushed off again and again, until Eric's heart gave out and stopped. He collapsed in a heap to the floor with a muffled groan, slamming his head on a nightstand as he fell.
Stacey, unable to move from the bed as her body slowly shut down, stared at the ceiling wide-eyed. It's possible she was just unable to blink, but as tears streamed down her face she mouthed the words, "I love you Zack."
Her eyes never closed again.