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A crisp Saturday morning in uneventful Hawkins. The town may be dull but there are some interesting characters within. Steve Harrington woke from his slumber up before his alarm. "Still got an hour before work" he groans to himself, annoyed he won't get the extra hour of sleep. Steve is the kind of guy that can't get back to sleep once he is up. He pushes his duvet aside and sits up, flicking away brown locks from infront of his eyes. He gets up, puts on underwear and socks, slips on a pair of jeans and a loose blue polo. Dressed, Steve sets of for coffee.

He walks down the stairs of his quiet home. His parents are at work, per usual. He never sees them anymore. Maybe twice or more a week if he is lucky. If Steve just up and left, they probably wouldn't even notice. He may be an adult, twenty, but it would still be nice to see his parents more then once in a blue moon. At least his mother anyway, his dad is an asshole.

The pot is filled with water and ground up coffee beans. Steve waits for it to brew. He grabs a mug that reads "Best Babysitter." It was a gift from the kids for his eighteenth, he treasures it. The pungent smell of coffee fills the air. It is poured into the mug along with a sugar cube and a splash of milk. He sets it on the kitchen counter to let it cool. He flicks on the radio to hear the boring news of Hawkins, nothing ever happens in this town. The only things to do are go to Starcourt Mall or the Palace Arcade. Even then Steve is tight on money, meaning he can't go very often. Yes he has a job, but it's barely minimal wage. He is lucky his parents bought him a car and paid for his driving lessons. Robin comes from a low income family, she can't afford a car so Steve has to chauffeur her around everywhere. Not that he minds, Robin is great company. She may ridicule him daily but he knows she doesn't mean any of it. They also have some interesting conversations like, "the objective of golf is to play the least golf." Stupid things like that.

He carefully carries his beloved mug to the living room. He sits down and switches on the TV taking a sip of his coffee every so often.

"DND, the violent game storming our town of Hawkins. Luring kids into joining cults making them obey the orders of Satan. Don't let your childre-" Steve changes the channel. He may not like DND and thinks it's for nerds but he knows this whole 'cult and Satan' things is even more stupid. It's just a dumb game. Even the kids play it. They have begged Steve multiple times to play or fill in for absent members. Dustin and Mike have actually joined a new club. Lucas is supposed to be in it but apparently he is hanging out with the douchey basketball team. Steve use to be one of those douchebags. He wasn't on the basketball team but he was on the swimming team. A bunch of pretentious rich kids. Steve has changed a lot -for the better- in the past few years, he has been humbled a lot by the kids and Robin. Thinking of Robin, he should probably get going soon. He holds the mug over his mouth waiting for the very last drop to slowly run down the side of the mug onto his tongue. Yup, Steve is that kinda guy. He washes, dries and puts the mug away, turns off the radio and TV. Steve then goes into the bathroom and washes his face in the sink before he does his secret hair routine to get his signature style. The old Steve would check himself out in the mirror, but the new Steve grabs his keys and grey bomber jacket.

He turns the key. His burgundy BMW roaring to life. Steve pulls out of his driveway and is off to pick up his colleague.

Robin is standing patiently on the pavement. Steve honks his horn startling her. She snaps her head towards him and gives him the finger. Steve parks and Robin hops in. "What a nice way to treat your chauffeur," he jokes. "I would bike but my chain broke. How about rich boy Harrington pays for a new one?" She jokingly grins. "My parents are rich. I am not." He says driving off. "Oh Steve, so hard done by. Things aren't just handed to you and a golden platter anymore," she says with a fake tone of sympathy. "Very funny Robin. We're both as broke as eachother now." He says navigating his way to Family Video. "You may be broke but you're broke with a car, which is why you're my taxi," she smirks. "Anytime Lord Buckley," Steve does a fake praise. "I can't believe Keith is making us work on our day off, and this early!" She huffs. "There is a new release that people are getting excited over so Keith wants to open ASAP." Steve explains.

After a few more minutes of driving Seve parks his car and they get out and walk to the place they despise the most. Family Video. The opening/closing times are 3:30pm-8:30pm. Besides Friday's, Saturday's and Sunday's which is when they are off.

Robin turns the key and they enter the dreary store. The lingering stench of must and dust comes pouring up their noses. She slides her finger against the surface of a shelf. Dust coats the end of her fingertip. "You're on cleaning Harrington." Steve rolled his eyes. "How am I gonna charm the customers if I'm cleaning?" He makes up an obvious bullshit excuse. And by the unamused look on Robin's face she isn't buying it. "You charm no one Steve." He does a fake hurt expression. She flips on the lights and they make their way to the staff room where Robin takes off her satchel and puts on her work vest. Steve takes out cleaning supplies and slips on his work vest.

"Have fun Harrington," she winks.