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amelia cruz had to make sure that hit me with your best shot by pat benatar didn't play again for the 52nd time today. the song has been in a constant loop for as long as she worked at the aerobics studio, which has been only two weeks. nonetheless, it's not right that she's learned the lyrics in just one day of working her job as an aerobics instructor.
with an annoyed huff, she unplugged the studio speaker and threw the wires plug to the floor for good. "thank god," she mutters to herself. the noirette travels to the main entrance of the aerobics studio and grabs her duffel bag on the way.
as she reaches to lock up the studio in starcourt mall, her favorite group of prepubescent teenagers that were soon becoming just teenagers approaches her.
"hey, amelia!" mike wheeler hurriedly calls as he was still quickly walking with the rest of the party behind him. "are you gonna come with us this time or not?" he spoke quickly.
amelia scoffs and gestures at her dippy workout attire. "do i look like i can?"
mike nods at her answer and continues his path to scoops ahoy. amelia locks up and starts her way into the ice cream parlor, as well, walking in just in time to see the kids rush behind the parlor's blue counter, into the backroom.
amelia walks up to the counter and lets out a deep sigh before the doors closed. "one day, he's going to get caught and lose his job," she speaks, referring to none other than steve harrington of course.
robin buckley lulls her blue eyes away from the door to the noirette in front of her. "looks like steve isn't exactly learning from someone else's mistakes," she remarks, leaning on the counter across amelia.
amelia narrows her eyes at the blonde as she dares to bring up one of her many tragic jobs before being an aerobics instructor. one of them was at the starcourt cinema as a hostess. she got fired for doing what steve is exactly doing, except he is surprisingly more keen to not getting caught.
"it was a tiny fault," amelia begins, her thumb's nail picking at the edge of the counter. robin nods half–intently while listening to amelia pardon her fault. "lucas' m&m's melted into his pants when he slept through some movie, and when they tried cleaning it up, they.." she sighs when she thinks back.
"somehow made the restrooms look like godzilla took a laxative," robin nods while cleaning one of the ice cream scoopers.
"cleaning it all up was still so," amelia shudders, "feces are disgusting. and phil fisher is, too. he tried making out with me when there was poopy chocolate right there!"
