City & Sunglasses // A Steve Harrington Fanfic

Part V

Tuesday, July 2nd, 1985

"Okay. Okay! That keycard opens the door, but unfortunately, the Russian with this keycard also has a massive gun. Whatever's in this room, whatever's in those boxes they really don't want anybody finding it," Dustin explained, starting to pace in front of us.

Robin and Steve were sitting at the table, while I was leaning on the wall listening to Dustin. He had gone to do surveillance and just returned when I had arrived.

"But there's gotta be a way in," Robin sighed.

Steve grabbed his Ahoy hat and blew into it, popping the top of it. He tossed it to me, and I raised my eyebrows. He had done this plenty of times and I had become a master at catching his stupid hat.

"Well, you know...I could just take him out," Steve smirked, leaning on he table.

"Take who out?" I asked sarcastically. He couldn't possibly mean the Russian guard?

"The Russian guard," Steve answered. Of course my boyfriend thought he could easily knock out a tall grown man who was probably trained to guard that door with his life. "What? I sneak up behind him. I knock him, out and I take his keycard. It's easy."

"Did you not hear the part about the massive gun?" Dustin asked, crossing his arms.

"Yes, Dustin I did. And that's why I would be sneaking," Steve clarified, putting two of his fingers on the table and pretending to walk with them.

"Well, please tell me this and be honest have you ever actually...won a fight?" Dustin asked.

"Okay, that was one time..." Steve sighed, sitting back in his chair.

"Twice. Jonathan. Year prior," Dustin corrected. I had heard about Jonathan and Steve's fight, in an alley somewhere.

"Listen that doesn't count," Steve sassed.

"Why wouldn't it? Because it looks like he beat the shit out of you," Dustin smirked.

"It was...not..." he tried to argue back, but Dustin was quicker. He was always quicker.

"You got a fat lip, a crooked nose, a swollen eye, a lot of blood... You looked like yourself just as Christmas time rolled around!"

Robin glanced at me, and I looked at her with a curious face. It looked like she had a plan, and I had no idea what she was planning. "That just might work," Robin muttered, before out of the backroom.

We all looked out of the window to see all the tip money get taken by Robin. She grabbed her helmet and hurried outside. Steve, Dustin and I ran out, behind the counter to where she was going.

"Robin! Hey Robin!" Steve yelled, running after her. "Hey, what are you doing?"

"I need cash," she answered like it was an everyday thing.

"Well, half of that is mine!" Steve shouted.

"Where're you going?" I called out.

"To find a way into the room, a safe way. And in the meantime, sling ice cream, behave, and don't get beat up. I'll be back in a jiff!" Robin laughed, before running off.

I looked at Steve and snorted when I saw Dustin. He had taken Steve's scooper and was licking it. Steve looked at him, before reacting.

"Oh, dude. Come on, man, not my scooper," he groaned, spinning the scoop on his finger before returning it to its rightful place.

Dustin and I headed back into the backroom, and Steve started to sling ice cream. I just had to stay in the back just in case Mariane or Jessie showed up. I didn't want to go back home to my angry father, his paranoid soon to be wife, and a creepy step-brother.