[ steve cleans the front counter at family video, a bottle of all-purpose cleaner in his hand, rag in the other. he scrubs the surface, then wipes down the shelf nearby. it's almost closing time, which means that steve can go home, shower, pass out, then come back to open in the morning. the hours aren't glamorous, but he has more busywork now compared to scoops ahoy. well, anything is better than scoops ahoy.
as steve tucks the cleaner back under the counter, he hears the bells of the door jingling. he turns, and it's - them. they're from california, allegedly, these bike-riders that have rolled into hawkins. they mostly hang out at lover's lake, but they've been known to come through town on nights like this. steve should have figured that it would happen sooner or later. he stands upright, tossing the rag into the nearby cleaning bucket. he strides to the counter, around the partition, and frowns. ]
Yeah, yeah. We're almost closed. Comedy is in the back.
[ his voice is monotone, hands on his waist as he nods at a few of them, brows jumping. he knows there are far too many of him to smart off like this, but he can't help it. he knows what douchebags look like, and here's a full and complete set. steve eyes the leader - isn't his name david? - he can't remember, just that they're all in family video, so therefore, they must want something to do with him. ]
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DAVID ; GNAWING.
as steve tucks the cleaner back under the counter, he hears the bells of the door jingling. he turns, and it's - them. they're from california, allegedly, these bike-riders that have rolled into hawkins. they mostly hang out at lover's lake, but they've been known to come through town on nights like this. steve should have figured that it would happen sooner or later. he stands upright, tossing the rag into the nearby cleaning bucket. he strides to the counter, around the partition, and frowns. ]
Yeah, yeah. We're almost closed. Comedy is in the back.
[ his voice is monotone, hands on his waist as he nods at a few of them, brows jumping. he knows there are far too many of him to smart off like this, but he can't help it. he knows what douchebags look like, and here's a full and complete set. steve eyes the leader - isn't his name david? - he can't remember, just that they're all in family video, so therefore, they must want something to do with him. ]