Chapter three. Sorry it's been forever. Steve is hard for me to write, I need to be inspired. Thanks for your feedback :)

only friends

"Sir, it ain't ready yet. I'd say come back around three."

The man crossed his arms; he was one of those high class men, clad in a suit and a pair of fancy foreign shoes. He was very impatient too, he had come in as the station opened demanding his car. The problem was it wasn't ready. He didn't like that.

"It's not ready?" He grumbled. "Of course it's not, depending on poor lazy hoods like you I wouldn't expect any different."

Steve resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He wanted to tell the guy there were plenty of service stations in Tulsa and if didn't like the service here, take his fancy ride and get gone. He bit his tongue, he would get a long talking to by Richardson if he did such a thing. Despite his inner monologue, Steve smiled politely as possible.

"Sorry, sir, I've been working as hard as I can," Steve attempted to sound apologetic. "I promise it will be done by three."

The man grumbled something and left the garage. He was going to kill Soda for even letting that guy in - it was Soda's job when he worked the store to handle customers of all kinds. He wasn't supposed to send them into Steve.

He opened the door that separated the garage from the store and Soda looked at him, smirking, obviously pleased he didn't have to deal with Mr. Rich Guy himself.

"Go work on that blue mustang, would ya? I don't want to do shit for that man. I'll hold up things in here."

Soda obliged, he must have been feeling some sort of remorse. Steve hoped Soda felt bad, he wasn't good with hard cases. He had a tough time holding his tongue.

The bell chimed over the door and Steve took his place behind the counter.

He grinned at the girl who was now it front of his counter, she had a six pack laid down for him to check in - he wasn't dumb, he knew she wasn't twenty-one.

"Robin."

"Steve," she smiled back.

He raised a brow towards the beer. "You sure ain't twenty-one."

"Not mine. It's for Buck. I got a note and everything," sure enough Robin pulled out a small torn piece of paper. "I think he sent me here because he knows you guys and you wouldn't second guess it."

"Mhmm," Steve smirked. "Likely story."

"Steve!"

Steve chuckled and rang in the beer. It would have anyway, even if she didn't have the note and an excuse. Denying a pretty girl her drinks usually doesn't get him very many points.

Steve had forgotten to call her the second time. He hoped she didn't feel too rejected by it - he was planning on doing it, but Evie had started calling him up and looking at him in the halls again and it had slipped his mind until now.

"Sorry, I didn't call. Been real busy."

She waved it off, she didn't even seem the least offended. He liked the confidence.

"You can make it up to me by joining me in the indulgence of these fine beers."

Steve raised a brow. "Thought they weren't for you?"

"They're not. But they can be," she smiled wickedly. "Buck's got himself enough beer, anyway."

"I get off at five."

Usually, Steve got drunk at Bucks and picked up a chick, typically Evie. Tonight, he was picking up a girl at Bucks then getting buzzed someplace else.

Steve stood in front of his mirror, greasing his hair back into the signature swirls. He had changed out of his worn work clothes but he was completely casual, he didn't want to give the girl too much of the wrong idea - because the second Evie was ready for him, he was ready for her. He still wanted to look nice, though. She was a pretty girl, and she wasn't plain like that Mildred girl he had taken out the week before. He still wanted to make a good impression.

Robin came out in a sweater and tight jeans, Steve had a thing for girls in jeans. Girls always thought a short skirt was the way to a guy's attention, but Steve liked nothing more than to see a girl come strutting towards him in a small little pair of blue jeans. Robin pulled them off. She had totally betrayed his first impression, Robin may have had an outwardly soft and proper appearance the night they met but it was obvious there was another side to her. She was Buck Merril's sister after all, and there was nothing proper about a guy missing most of his two front teeth.

"Where we off to?" he asked.

"Anywhere."

He remembered drinking the beers on his front porch, and he remembered heading to the bar who Two-Bit's mom worked, and he remembered buying another case at the store. Somewhere in the midst of all that, they ended up in the empty lot, only two beer left. Steve was hammered and he knew it.

"The grass is damp," Robin giggled. It was, in fact, damp. He could feel the water seeping into his clothing. He had no idea why he had decided to lay down in the grass anyways. It has rained all day.

"Get up then." He suggested to her. Robin shook her head.

"I'm already wet. No use now."

He thought that was logical enough and stopped talking, he just stared up at the sky. It was grey; nothing interesting.

He looked at Robin instead. She was sitting in the grass, smiling quietly to herself. She was very drunk, he was too but she seemed very content. If it was Evie she would be complaining the grass was too wet and he didn't talk enough. He liked Robin didn't pressure him into rambling about nothing.

With a sweet smile, she wrapped her hands around his neck. She was close enough her breath had started to hit his face. He wanted to close the distance himself, but even drunk he didn't want to be the one who started anything he couldn't finish. She would have to make the move.

"You got yourself a girl, don't you?"

Steve nodded. He remembered explaining to Robin about Evie smashing his car in. "Kinda."

That seemed good enough for Robin, as she leaned in and kissed him. He didn't worry too much about it and kissed her back. Robin wasn't like Lorie Reynolds, she wasn't a loud mouth. Evie wouldn't ever suspect. They weren't anything right now anyway.