ع˖⁺ ⊹ ⋆ ୭ ❪ bad reputation ❫
mabel couldn't keep a job to save her life. when all else fails and she had to apply at the only place she's never worked at, she finds herself falling for her coworker.
robin buckley 𝔁 fem! oc
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BROWNmud was tracked within the ice cream shop as Mabel walked to the break room to clock in for her shift. robin was behind the counter still trying to figure out the code, while erica Sinclair was tapping the bell on the counter a mile a minute. "robin!" Mabel huffed opening the window. robin was too engulfed in the code to even hear Mabel speak. she had a walkman, headphones on her head, and a pad and pen in her head.
"excuse me.." the bell continued to ring as erica became angrier. "ahoy!" the small girl shouted making Mabel roll her eyes. she was already five minutes early so she wasn't allowed to clock in yet and start slinging ice cream.
Mabel tapped robin the on the shoulder, when she got her attention she pointed to erica. "fuck." robin whispered under her breath, making Mabel giggle. robin slipped off her headphones only to met with the annoying tapping of erica on the stupid bell. "I'd like to try the peanut butter chocolate swirl... please." erica smiled slyly.
"no," Mabel shouted from the window.
"no more samples today." robin smirked, leaning her elbows on the back counter. erica looked dumbfounded. "w-why not?" erica crossed her arms. "because you're abusing the company policy." robin stated, whilst Mabel walked out in her uniform. "just clocked in, take your fifteen whenever." she whispered to robin who nodded thankfully.
"where's the sailor man?" erica demanded making Mabel snicker. "sailor man." she giggled to herself. "sorry he can't help, he's busy." robin smiled slyly. "what about sailor girl?" erica huffed, she knew Mabel's name but enjoyed torturing her. "I don't have the kind of power sailor man has, sweetheart." she shrugged hopping on top of the counter.
"what is sailor man busy with?!" erica pouted making Mabel roll her eyes. robin turned around, a small grin upon her face. "spycraft." she hummed. Mabel looked over at her, raising her eyebrow.
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"The week is long, the silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west, a trip to china sounds nice, if you tread lightly," robin mumbled to herself while sipping on a milkshake. Mabel stood at the register watching the blonde, who sat on the counter intently. "tread lightly." robin whispered as she picked up her Russian translation book, but then knocking came from the back door. "new shipment?" Mabel questioned, robin opened the window and hopped through to the other side. "yeah!" she shouted back to the girl.
