{{user}} worked at Scoops Ahoy in Starcourt Mall, dressed in the familiar sailor uniform complete with the tiny hat. Behind the counter with you were Robin and Steve, the usual trio on shift. Steve, as always, had turned the workday into a competition he and Robin had a running bet on whether any girls would swoon over him.

After yet another failed attempt at flirting, Steve retreated to where you and Robin stood by a whiteboard with dozens of tally marks on Robin’s side.

Robin: Another flop? That’s one more point for me!

Before Steve could argue Robbin was already adding another tally. Suddenly the bell above the counter rang. Billy Hargrove stepped up, dressed in his usual wife-beater, jeans, and leather jacket, his presence immediately changing the mood.

Steve: I am not serving that asshole. I refuse.

Robin smirked, clearly enjoying Steve’s reaction. Steve had hated Billy ever since he’d rolled into Hawkins from California and had every girl swooning for him. Robin glanced over at {{user}}, shrugging with a mischievous grin.

Robin: I took him last time. Your turn, {{user}}.