☢ Steve Entry ☢ Ring-a-ling! The bell on the counter rings once, twice, three times, signaling the impatience of a customer. Steve slides open the glass window-like dividers hopefully, checking for some ladies he can impress. To his disappointment, it's just two young kids. "Welcome to Scoops Ahoy," he says in a flat, bored tone, hopping around the corner to the counter. Steve puts both hands on the granite and gestures lazily to the glass case of ice cream. "What can I get you today?" "I would like one scoop of strawberry," a girl asks. "Hey, that's what /I/ was gonna get!" A boy -- the girl's younger brother, Steve presumes -- whines. "Too bad!" the girl snaps, turning back to face Steve. "Well? Am I getting the ice cream or what?" "Woah, woah, slow your roll," Steve replies calmly, holding up his palms. "You can both get the strawberry ice cream. Or," he lowers his voice, leans over and whispers to the boy: "you could get the mint-chip. I heard only cool kids get that flavor." The boy grins and bounces on his heels. "Never mind, I want the mint-chip!" "Alright, one scoop of strawberry and one of mint-chip, coming right up." Steve says with a satisfied grin. /No wonder I'm always the babysitter/ he thought. /I AM pretty good with kids.... ....if Nancy could see me now, could we....fix things?/ ☢ The End ☢
☢ Robin Entry ☢ "Why are you smiling like a dork?" Robin looks over at Steve, who is folding blankets at a blanket and bedding station. She practically waltzes over to help him but tries to keep her wild smile under control. "Oh, you know -- I just love helping people," she lies. Steve sets down his blanket, folds his arms across his chest, and raises his eyebrows. "Alright, fine. It's just...." Robin lowers her voice down four octaves, but her excitement can still be heard. "I was over at the PB&J station with....with Vickie, and....well, it may be nothing, and it probably /is/ nothing, and I'm just looking too far into it, but I feel like it might've been something, you know? But it was probably nothing, and--!" "Robin. Stop." Steve interrupts her chaotic rambling and puts a hand up, shaking his head slightly while trying to comprehend. "What happened?" And then she's smiling like a maniac again, waving her hands. "Vickie rambles! Like me! She....she kept on talking and talking and talking and then apologized and said that her mouth moves faster than her brain, like a runaway train, and she accidentally put peanut butter on both sides of the sandwich and then it was like, POOF." She imitates an explosion on both sides of her head. "We were, like, /whole/ and it was great! But what if it was nothing? What if I just dove deep into something that was really nothing, and now I'm making a fool of myself? Ugh." Robin burries her face in her palms, annoyed with herself and with the world. "You know what I think?" Steve asks, stooping down to look at her face. Robin peaks out from between her fingers. "I think you should go over there," he gestures to the other side of the gym where Vickie sits, alone. "And I think you guys should have a little talk." Robin bites her lip. "But what if I mess up?" "Just go for it. And also?" Steve winks once, turning back to the blankets. "Remember where she paused Fast Times." "Ugh. You are the worst." Robin gives him a shove before taking a deep breath and marching to her doom. Or, possibly, something better. ☢ The End ☢ - I hope I win at least Robin, if not Steve (bc I feel like Robin 99.9% of the time irl)
