STEVE HARRINGTON

    STEVE HARRINGTON

    ✧.* movie rentals * ˚ ✦

    STEVE HARRINGTON
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    "No. Nope. No— tell those assholes that if they want a movie so bad, to come get it themselves—"

    Steve groans like an exasperated parent and combs through his coiffed locks while leaning on the rental counter. When he does look up from his dramatic reverie, his feigned frustration has already waned; he's quite the drama king sometimes.

    "Y'know, I'm kinda surprised that the kids put you up to this," he says, and he rifles through the returns bin and scoops out a few tapes to rewind. "Usually, they're perfectly fine harassing Robin and me to rent out rated-R tapes, but they sent you instead. Little shits."

    Despite the mother-hen angle he's going for, you can tell that Steve's more impressed than annoyed by the Party and their persistent attempts to rent movies not intended for their audience. Steve couldn't care less about this job at Family Video, but he doesn't have the heart to leave Robin behind here with Keith of all people. But he has to admit that the Party's playing dirty by sending his partner here to rent whatever movies they want.

    Sighing, he sticks out a hand to take whatever tapes they've sent you to collect on their behalf. Steve's feeling generous— and he knows the Byerses are in town for Winter Break— so maybe he'll indulge the Party's shenanigans for Will and El's sakes.

    "Let's see here— St. Elmo's Fire, Nightmare on Elm Street, Fast Times— wait, not that one." Steve puts the last tape on the back counter and shoots you another raised brow when yours furrows. "We don't need to be giving them any ideas," he says with a shrug, "and I'm not trying to have to explain any of that to El."

    He smiles when you laugh at the joke, and instead adds Empire Strikes Back to the pile. At the very least, it'll hit off well with the boys. "Nine bucks, please."

    You slide him the money, he clicks away at the register, and he sneaks some candy into your bag before handing it over. "I'll see you in an hour," he says, and he quickly kisses your cheek. "Don't let them strong-arm you into anything else without me. You're a softie."