Just a Little Game- Steve Harrington x OC Henderson!Reader

Just a Little Game- Part 8

"That keycard opens the door, but unfortunately, the Russian with this keycard also has a massive gun. Whatever's in this room, whatever's in those boxes, they really don't want anybody finding it. But there's gotta be a way in." Dustin explains.

"Well, you know... I could just take him out." Steve explains with a cocky smile.

"Take who out?" Dustin asks baffled.

"The guard." Steve says offended.

"He's cocky because he's taking Ry out." Robin stated with a smile.

Steve explains how he could just sneak up on the guard and knock him out. No problem.

"Well, please tell me this, and be honest, have you ever... actually won a fight?" Dustin asked ask nicely as he could.

You laughed. It was true, Steve had a tendency to get his ass handed to him in a fight.

"Okay, that was one time.." he tried to say but Dustin quipped in.

"Twice, Jonathan. Year prior?"

"Listen, that doesn't count." Steve tried to counter but was losing terribly.

"Why wouldn't it? Because it looks like he beat the shit out of you. You got a fat lip, crooked nose, swollen eye, a lot of blood..." Dustin just went on and on and you were loving it.

"What are the odds you could just walk up to the big, scary Russian and take the card from him?" Robin asked you.

"Much higher than Steve sneaking up and knocking him out. My sister could actually beat the shit out of someone." Dustin explained for you.

"Are you asking my girlfriend to flirt with the guard and then knock him out?" Steve asked because as hot as that would be, it wasn't safe.

"How about that's plan B?" You said as Robin dipped her hand into the tip jar, "Robin and I will work on a safe way to get in, you two hold tight."

"Steve, in the meantime, sling ice cream, behave and don't get beat up, we'll be back in a jiff." Robin explained as she took the tip money and grabbed your hand whisking you away.

After about an hour you and Robin return holding a rolled up piece of paper.

"It's fascinating what 20 bucks will get you at the County Recorder's Office." Robin stated with a smile as she laid the blue prints down.

"Blue prints of Starcourt Mall." You smiled.

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Dustin peered into the air duct with his flashlight, determining whether or not he could fit inside.

"Yeah, I don't know, man. I don't know if you can fit in here. It's, like..." Steve stopped for a moment and looked at you, "super tight."

You rolled your eyes at him but he saw the way your eyes lingered on him just a few seconds too long.

"Steve, try not and embarrass yourself. I know it's hard... but just try." Robin laughed.

Dustin was too focused to hear the dirty innuendos thankfully.

"I'll fit." He insisted, "trust me, no collar bones, remember?"

"Um, what?" Robin asked highly concerned.

"He has Cleidocranial dysplasia." You explained to Robin.

"He can bend like Gumbo." Steve added.

"You mean Gumby."

"Pretty sure it's Gumbo." Steve insisted. You didn't have the heart or patience to correct to him.

"Steve just shut up and push me." Dustin said annoyed as his legs dangled a bit.

"Okay, I'll push you." Steve agreed.

"Not my feet dumbass. Push my ass." Dustin said frustration clearly evident in his voice.

"What?" Steve asked really hoping that he had heard him wrong.

"Touch my butt! I don't care!" Dustin yelled.

"Well, Harrington, at least you're touching one of the Henderson's ass." Robin commented with a smirk.

"Yeah, not to one I want though." Steve mumbled.

"Come on! Harder! Push harder!" Dustin yelled.

You could only purse your lips to hide a smirk as Robin began to open her mouth to say something Steve interjected quickly.

"Not. A. Word."

You came up behind Steve and whispered softly in his ear, "oh but Steve, I have so many things I wanna say to you." You said in a sultry voice. That's when Steve lost all focus and stopped helping Dustin.

"Seriously? You're giving up?" Dustin asked baffled.

"Blame your sister." Steve threw you under the bus.

"Rilynne, can you stop messing with Steve, it's bad enough he's already weak willed, you don't need to exploit it."

Steve looked at the young Henderson taken aback.

"I'm not weak willed."

"Oh please, Ry has you wrapped around her pinky finger."

"We need a different approach." You said examining the air vent.

"Ahoy sailors. All hands on deck." Robin and Steve sighed.

"I can go out there, is she the samples girl?" You asked.

Robin nodded, "wait, you don't work here there though."

"What are they going to do? Fire me?" You joked as you took Steve's sailor and placed it on your head.

"How does she look hot in everything?" Steve whispered to Dustin.

"Dude, she's my sister. How do I even respond to that?" Dustin asked as he made a disgusted look.

"Hi, Erica, how can I help you?"

"Ry? You work here?"

"I'm doing a favor for my friends." You explained as if it wasn't a big deal. That's when you noticed that her small stature made her the perfect size to fit inside the air vent.

"I want to try..." she started.

"I'll let you try anything you want, but I have a request."

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