[He is absolutely full of surprises today. It's kind of freaking her out a little. It's making it harder for her to keep him in the little box she'd put him in Mrs. Click's class sophomore year.
She pauses at that, and looks at him.]
I haven't exactly been nice to you since we started working together. Why would you want to?
[It's probably the most genuine she's been around him in the last couple months.]
[Steve is well aware of his own reputation. He's been known as a huge asshole and he's learned to accept that. Robin hasn't been the nicest to him. Shit, she's been a huge pain in his ass but-
[Right. Offer recanted. She shouldn't be surprised. She shakes her head a little and starts out the door, clutching onto her purse strap and then grabbing her house keys out of her pocket to keep between her fingers because she's more concerned about the mundane dangers that lurk in the dark than the possibility of monsters.]
[Because men won't talk and that is frustrating! Men are frustrating, Steve!]
I live on the complete opposite side of town from you. [Like, almost to the trailer park. She reluctantly does follow him to his car, though, not entirely sure how she feels about the situation.]
[She assumes he does have somewhere to be. He's Steve Harrington. But maybe she's trying to mentally prepare him for the fact that she lives in a pretty small, slightly run down house with hippies who have tacky gnomes and flamingos in the yard. She sighs softly, rubbing a hand over her face tiredly.]
[She admits before she has time to consider her answer at all. She really is tired. She climbs into the passenger seat and exhales, leaning her head back against the headrest and turning her head to watch him climb into the car. Well. She sure never thought she'd be accepting a ride from Steve Harrington.]
[Steve's pretty exhausted himself. It's been a shitty couple of days and he's just over this Scoops bullshit. He's also really hungry and he would rather not cook this late. ]
[Look, Steve can be a total jerk but he wasn't about to allow Robin to walk home alone and hurt. Anything possibly horrible could have happened to her. ]
[He blows it off like it's nothing, and maybe to him it really is. He's a puzzle. Just when she thinks she has him figured out, he does or says something that thwarts her attempt to solve him.]
Just a couple soft tacos. [She doesn't carry much cash with her for safety reasons.]
[Steve Harrington is a hard case one can't unlock. He surprises himself sometimes. He makes the turn that pulls into the Taco Bell and he stops before heading towards the drive thru. ]
[The sarcasm in Steve's voice is dry and slightly frustrated. He pulls up to the drive thru and puts in their order. Thankfully they are the only ones in line.
[She smiles a little at his sarcasm and she glances at him sideways as he pulls the car around.]
My house isn't too much farther. [She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and lays her head back against the headrest once more.] Not far from Forest Hills.
[Steve shifts in order to pay for their food. You also have to give him a second Robin because he gets a bit caught up flirting with the pretty girl in the window.
He then pulls his car around so that he can handle over Robin her food and drink. ]
[She rolls her eyes, but is otherwise unfazed by the flirting. She takes the food, tucking some cash into the center console of his car as nonchalantly as possible.]
Pretty close to it, yeah. [She takes a sip of the coke.]
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She pauses at that, and looks at him.]
I haven't exactly been nice to you since we started working together. Why would you want to?
[It's probably the most genuine she's been around him in the last couple months.]
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He knows what lurks in the dark of Hawkins.]
I mean if you're so eager to walk.
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Seriously. Get in my car.
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I live on the complete opposite side of town from you. [Like, almost to the trailer park. She reluctantly does follow him to his car, though, not entirely sure how she feels about the situation.]
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[She's acting like Steve Harrington has a curfew or somewhere he actually needs to be for the night.
Nope.
He does what he wants!]
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[She assumes he does have somewhere to be. He's Steve Harrington. But maybe she's trying to mentally prepare him for the fact that she lives in a pretty small, slightly run down house with hippies who have tacky gnomes and flamingos in the yard. She sighs softly, rubbing a hand over her face tiredly.]
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[He moves to unlock the doors before he motions for her to get in. A nice drive might actually do him some good too. Its a rather nice night, warm. ]
Hungry?
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[She admits before she has time to consider her answer at all. She really is tired. She climbs into the passenger seat and exhales, leaning her head back against the headrest and turning her head to watch him climb into the car. Well. She sure never thought she'd be accepting a ride from Steve Harrington.]
You too?
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Also starving. Preference?
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Taco Bell?
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[He's literally hungry enough to get anything. ]
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Thanks. For the ride. [She's saying it now so she doesn't forget. She's an asshole but she's not that much of an asshole.]
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[Look, Steve can be a total jerk but he wasn't about to allow Robin to walk home alone and hurt. Anything possibly horrible could have happened to her. ]
What would you like ?
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Just a couple soft tacos. [She doesn't carry much cash with her for safety reasons.]
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....That's it?
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[She manages to say that with a completely straight face. Somehow.]
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[The sarcasm in Steve's voice is dry and slightly frustrated. He pulls up to the drive thru and puts in their order. Thankfully they are the only ones in line.
Makes for a smooth process. ]
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My house isn't too much farther. [She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and lays her head back against the headrest once more.] Not far from Forest Hills.
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He then pulls his car around so that he can handle over Robin her food and drink. ]
That trailer park, right?
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Pretty close to it, yeah. [She takes a sip of the coke.]
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[He mutters as he unwraps one of his own tacos and adds some much needed sauce. ]
You walk home a lot?
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[Since he's apparently fine with eating in his car, she unwraps one of her tacos and does the same.]
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I can give you rides home if you need them ?
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Maybe just until the pain goes away? [Her voice is soft now. She thinks there's a good chance she'll be mostly recovered in a day or two, but.]
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