❝don't wait up for me.❞
in which kristen wilson tries to navigate summer to go to her senior year of high school, but she didn't expect to bust in a secret russian base with her two coworkers and her little sisters friends.
est. june 22'
s3 - s5
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"Jesus, slow down!" Steve complained as he got thrown around the back of the car.
"Yeah, what is this, like the Indy 500?" Robin agreed.
"It's the Indy 300," Steve argued.
"No, dingus, it's 500!" "It's 300!"
"Let's say a million," they both started laughing.
"What is wrong with them?" Erica asked as Dustin drove as fast as he could. "I don't know."
"Dustin, watch out!" "Shit!" Dustin cursed, accidentally crashing into some barrels. "You guys all right back there?" They both groaned. "They're fine."
"Come on, we gotta go, now," Dustin ushered them as they opened the back. "Come on! Get out!" "Let's go!"
"Here goes nothing," Dustin said, pushing the key card in the lock as Robin and Steve stumbled out.
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They got on the elevator, Robin and Steve still majorly drugged. Steve was on something that was moving, while Robin held the handle.
"Hey! You look like you're surfing!" "Surfing! Yeah!"
"They seem drunk," Dustin pointed out.
"Why would they be drunk?" Erica asked.
"I'm a natural! Check it out!" Steve shouted. Robin pulled the thing back, making Steve fall on the boxes.
"Wipeout!" Robin exclaimed, laughing her ass off.
Dustin walked over to Steve, putting his hand on his forehead. "He's burning up."
"You're burning up," Steve retaliated.
"One sec, one sec. Steve, Steve." "God, no. Ow!"
"His pupils are super dilated."
"Maybe he's drugged."
"Steve, are you drugged?"
"How many times, Dad? I don't do drugs. It's only marijuana."
"This isn't funny, okay? I need to know what they did to you. Are you gonna die on us?" "Boop."
"We all die, my strange little child friend. It's just a matter of how... and when," Robin smiled.
