Weird Town || reader insert

A while of ice cream slinging later_

I turned the page of the only book I could find around here—the Russian to English dictionary, so riveting, really—but paused when I felt eyes on the side of my head and turned to find a kid on the other side of the counter, "what?"

"You're not wearing the uniform," she pointed out.

"As if I'd be caught dead in that," I rolled my eyes before freezing and glancing to the window to see Steve giving me that stupid look he always gives me and sighed, "I mean—no. I'm not because I'm visiting from another shop, the uniforms are a little different over there."

"Your shop's uniform includes a leather jacket?" the girl's brother (I assume) asked as he stopped next to her, giving me a more than doubting look.

I just stared for a moment before slamming the book down on the counter and pointing to the ice cream, "do you want ice cream or not, brat?"

"Y/n, you can't speak to customers like that," Steve chastised.

"Shut up, McFlippety, before I come back there and shave your hair off," I replied, forcing that sweet customer service smile towards him and then turning back to the kids, "so?"

"... two chocolates. In tubs," the boy finally ordered.

"That'll be like two dollars or something," I muttered back to them before scooping the two chocolate ice creams into the tubs and then putting them onto the counter before forcing a cheery disposition, "have a wonderful day."

The two kids just pulled faces at me as they grabbed their ice creams.

"C'mon, let's get out of here before she gets any weirder," the boy grabbed the girl and dragged her away and I just rolled my eyes.

"Get me out of here, it's your turn, McFloppy," I threw the hat at him through the window and moved to the door to the back, "I hate this stupid shop. Hope it burns down or something."

"Not as much as I do, trust me," Steve patted me as he passed me by, and I just rolled my eyes as I sat down next to Dustin.

"If you ever see me considering slinging ice cream, slap me," I told him, and he just nodded silently as I glanced around, "seriously, how long is Robin going to be—?"

"I'm back, I'm back. Steve, get your ass in here," Robin's voice cut in and she swung into the room, "sorry about that, needed to get something. Now look—"

She slammed a rolled sheet of paper down onto the table before unrolling in and presenting it, "you said your Dad had blueprints and then he got rid of them and that was at the back of my mind for a while and then earlier when we were talking, I realised something. We need the blueprints and you'd be fascinated at just what $20 can get you at the county reporters office."

"The what?" I gave her a confused look before shaking my head, "never mind. Ok, what's your thought process. Why were you wanting blueprints?"

"Ok, ok, so," she pointed to the map, "this is us, Scoops. And this is where we want to get."

Right.

"I don't really see a way in," Steve said.

"There's not," Robin replied before turning the page, "if we're talking exclusively about doors."

Oh!

I see where she's going now. I'm surprised we didn't think of this bef—actually, we all probably subconsciously blocked it out because of our sizes. The vent system, her idea, is not so big. Or so I think. Probably.