Kimberly was fidgeting with her pencil, sighing. She was helping Robin translate while the boy did a "stakeout". She grabbed her double chocolate milkshake and took another sip. She was helping Robin sling ice cream to actual customers, but when Erica came up with her group of children Robin just told her to ignore the child and not give her any more samples.
She finally took her headphones off once Erica wouldn't stop ringing the bell.
"Ahoy! I'd like to try the peanut butter chocolate swirl, please."
Robin shook her head, not moving from her spot, "No. No more samples today."
"Why not?"
"Because you're abusing our company policy."
"Where's the sailor man?"
"Sorry, he can't help you. He's busy."
"Busy with what?"
"Spycraft."
She and Robin shared a look and chuckled.
Erica started up again, "But I want to try more samples. Please."
"Erica," Kimberly finally spoke. "Robin said no. That means no. You can have more samples in a few hours. You don't want Robin to lose her job do you?"
"Well... no but I-"
Kimberly raised one brow at Erica and she finally stopped, and left taking her friends with her, grumbling as she left.
Robin chuckled, "Man how do you do that?"
She just shrugged, "I don't really know, they all just seem to listen when I tell them to."
"Ah so you're the dad they actually listen to and Steve's the mom who they just brush off?" Robin laughed.
Kimberly chuckled, "You know when you put it like that kinda ya."
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Dustin asks, "You see anything?"
"Uh, I guess I don't totally know what I'm looking for," Steve looks around with the binoculars.
"Evil Russians."
"Yeah, exactly. I don't know what an evil Russian looks like."
"Tall, blond, not smiling."
"Mm-hmm?"
"Also, look for earpieces, camo, duffel bags, that sort of thing."
"Right, okay, duffel bags." Steve spots something on one of the upper levels, "Oh, you've gotta be kidding me."
"What?"
"Anna Jacobi's talking with that meathead Mark Lewinsky."
"If you're not gonna focus, just gimme the binoculars."
"Aw, Jesus Christ, whatever happened to standards? I mean, Lewinsky never even came off the bench."
"Dude, you are the worst spy in history, you know that?"
"Stop, hey. Stop."
Dustin takes the binoculars from Steve, "Give me those. I don't get why you're looking at girls. You have the perfect one in front of you."
"Seriously, if you say K again..."
"Kimmy? Who on earth would I say my sister? No I'm talking about Robin."
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Hairspray
FanfictionHairspray: a solution sprayed on to a person's hair to keep it in place. One person uses for it's intended use. Another lights it on fire. Between monster hunting and figuring out life after high school Steve Harrington seems to have lost his touch...
