a closed starter for @partyleader.
it was the first job he had since leaving high school that he didn't ride robin's coattails on. equally terrifying and liberating experience so far, but he made sure to keep her informed on all the day to day, so it wasn't really DIFFERENT from anything else they'd done together. maybe one key difference. steve stood in front of the employee lockers and stared at the name beside his in the line up. H-A-R-R-I-N-G-T-O-N was painted in clean white blocks above his ghostbusters suit. on the shelf inside, he housed his deodorant, some essential hair products, and a few clean clothes for after each appointment. the thing about working as a spirit exterminator was you never knew when you'd get slimed.
his locker neighbor still baffled him. in a million years, he couldn't have imagined them both ending up here. above the old fashioned wooden box read W-H-E-E-L-E-R in the same white paint. in the same boxed lettering. steve zipped up his khaki coveralls embossed with the ghostbusters inc. symbol and embroidered with his name on the chest. he was fuming. not because he didn't look good in his uniform because he actually pulled it off pretty well. never a worry about that. his eyes zeroed in on the person who belonged to his neighboring locker. ❝ what the hell is this, mike? you trying to prove something, man? a little belated teen rebellion, huh? ❞ he rolled his eyes towards the firehouse's tall ceiling, sharply turning away from the changing area. ❝ i can't believe this. you should be in SCHOOL. earning a degree in something major! not running around the city trapping ghosts! does nance know about this? ❞
