#when will ao3 user swoquix stop using phoebe bridgers lyrics for titles?

[jaaklops]

IM UP! finally amirite

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“For the last time, Eddie, no. You are not driving. You cannot drive. You’re fucking hammered, man,” Robin says as she picks Eddie up by the shoulders once again, opens up the left side passenger door and tries to shove him in. 

Eddie elbows her away, stumbles to the driver’s door, nearly collapses halfway there, and slurs in response, “Y’can’t fuckin’ tell me what ta do, Buckley. ‘M a free man. This’s my car! I’m the only one who drive’zit. Me.”

Robin shakes her head and takes Eddie by the shoulders again. “Not right now you aren’t. Now get in the car. You’ll thank me later when you wake up in the morning with just a hangover instead of a broken skull because of drunk driving—can either of you two help me over here?” She calls to Steve and Nancy, voice strained and pleading. She looks over to them. Nancy is holding an unlit cigarette between her fingers. She doesn’t even smoke. 

“Steve?” Robin tries again. “Nance?”

“Nope, Rob, I think you can handle that one on your own,” Steve replies encouragingly, sending her two thumbs up and a bright smile. Nancy smiles at her and chuckles. Robin only sighs and rolls her eyes, and finally succeeds in pushing Eddie into the car, all while trying (and failing) to ignore the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. His whining continues even after she closes the door.

Steve says, “See? You did it.”

“Shut up. You’re the worst,” Robin responds, then sticking her tongue out at him.

“Actually, I think I’m the best.” Steve ruffles her hair. “You’re just a hater.”

She lets out a huff. “Yeah, of you.”

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