Hairspray

IV.III.II

Max rings the doorbell and Ms. Kelly opens it.

"Okay. She's in," Steve says from the car.

Dustin says, "I'm missing collarbones, not eyes. So, we gonna talk about... it?"

"Huh? Sorry, talk about what?"

"Your temporary insanity earlier today when you basically threw yourself at Nance?"

"Ok first of all that's not what happened."

"Pretty sure that's when happened. It was public. There were like a lot of witnesses."

"Are you implying I still have a thing for Nance?"

"No, I'm not implying. I'm stating. And, as it related to your steadfast refusal to date Robin, it's pretty much the only logical explanation. Unless of course, you were throwing yourself at Kimmy, my sister."

"That's not the only one. And as for Nance and Kimmy, I was just trying to protect my friends. A friend, Henderson, ok?"

"Okay."

"I don't want to find either one of them in the morning with their eyes sucked out of the front of their skull by this Vecna creep."

Dustin chuckles, "You're like bright red in the face right now."

"Not I'm not. I don't wanna talk about it. I'll punch you so hard your teeth will fall back out."

Dustin makes a face, "Whoa, too far."

"Not cool. Sorry."

"Not cool. It's okay."

Steve nods and holds his fist out, Dustin returns the fist bump.

Dustin thinks for a minute, "Wait do you actually like my sister?"

Steve stayed quiet and looked back at the door.

"You do, don't you!" Dustin's face turned to shock.

"I didn't say I did."

"But you didn't say you didn't!"

"I don't wanna talk about it! Especially not with you."

Dustin crosses his arms, "I can be your wingman if you want me to. Talk to her. If you need help."

Steve sighed, "She doesn't even like me like that. There's no point. I do not need you to be my wingman, ever, you got that?"

"Okay," Dustin gave him a look, "If you're sure. I'm cool with you two dating you know, just don't like make it weird."

"Make it weird? How would I make it weird?"

Dustin shrugs, "I don't know. Just don't be weird."

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Nancy is scrolling through past articles. Robin's muttering as she looks through hers.

Kimberly is leaning against a desk, with her eyes shut, trying to recall anything that would be useful.

"Anything... juicy over there?" Robin asks.

Nancy sighs, "Nothing new."

"Yep, same here. Kimmy, what about you?"

She opens her eyes and shakes her head, "I keep news memories in the pencil pouch with my ink pens, but all I have are the stuff that's in those articles, nothing new."