Andrea spotted the Slime Ball (as she referred to him) arrive and was about to move to intercept him when she was called to by a couple of the teenagers upstairs. She glared at Steven's back as she trotted up the stairs. The timing could not have been worse. Still, she put on a calm front for the two fourteen year old girls who were arguing over a lacy black tank top that was the only one on the rack. "Now now girls, I'd suggest cutting the top in two and letting you have half each, but that wouldn't be very practical now would it?" She smiled, but her voice held a stern warning tone that the teenagers all recognised as one that brooked no argument. "What if you split the money between you, and then Lynne wears it one week and Paola wears it the next? No? Well are you sure there's only one?"<br/><br/>Andrea began hunting through the racks, in spite of the two girls protesting that they had already looked three times. "Ah, here we are..." The shopkeeper produced an identical garment.<br/><br/>"We looked at that one, it's the next size up..."<br/><br/>"Really? It looks the exact same size to me." Andrea held the two garments against each other. "See?"<br/><br/>"Oh... I could have sworn...." "Weird, I'm sure it was too big when I looked at it before."<br/><br/>Andrea shrugged. "Things get mislabelled sometimes. Anyway, problem solved. Now let's go downstairs and I'll relieve you both of your hard-earned cash, hmm?" She led the way down again, and noticed that the Slime Ball was no where to be seen.<i>Uh-oh!<br/>
</i><br/>....<br/><br/>"Young man, do you know how to read?" The voice from directly behind Steven made the youth jump. "Clearly not. I have lost all faith in the American educational system. See this?" Andrea pointed to the sign that was clearly displayed on the door that Steven and Kaileigh had just come out of. "Thank you dear, go and serve young master Ellis, please?" She spoke softly to the girl and accepted the coffee, her steel gaze pinning Steven to the spot. "That word there, Ess Tee Aye Eff Eff, spells staff. Staff in this context refers to people who work here. The second word, Oh, En Ell Wye, only, means no one else. Staff Only. No-one except people who work here are allowed through that door. Now, I have a simple question, because I wouldn't want to overtax your very simple brain. It requires a yes or no answer. Do you work here?"<br/><br/>Steven tried to say something, and Andrea interrupted, asking again, more sharply: "Do you work here? Yes or no?"<br/><br/>"No."<br/><br/>"Then stay out of places you do not belong! If I catch you back there again, you're banned!"<br/><br/>Steven nodded then shrugged and swaggered off nonchalantly, pretending he didn't care. But the thing was, other kids who had been banned from Misfits for whatever reason had been ostracised by their peers, one had been arrested and sent to prison, another had gone into deep depression until her parents had come to Andrea and begged her to let the girl back in. Being banned by Auntie Andie was not something normal kids wore with pride - only the kids of the Jesus Freaks pretended that it was a good thing, and even they wished they could go in, secretly so their parents didn't know. (In fact two such kids were upstairs at that moment).<br/><br/>She walked to the counter and smiled sadly, then whispered in Kaileigh's ear, "You really should stay away from that one. He's bad news. He wants one thing, and if he gets it, he'll move on." She sighed. This was about the only point of agreement between herself and Kaileigh's parents. Steven Wright was most definitely Wrong. Ha ha, not funny!<br/><br/>Kaileigh started to blurt out a confession and Andrea shook her head. "I already know, pet." She pointed down at the TV monitor under the counter that was split into four, one quarter showed the lounge area upstairs, one showed the clothing area and entrance to the fitting rooms, one showed the area in front of her office door where assorted occult gift items such as tarot cards, Ouija boards, monkey skulls (plastic), and the like were displayed. And the fourth quarter showed the loading dock, with a surprisingly clear view of the dumpster. "Don't worry, it wasn't your fault so I won't charge you for the damaged items. I'll write them off as damaged in transit. But if that slime ball sets foot in the back of my shop again, he will severely regret it..." She glanced at the clock. "My, is it that time already? Why don't you take your lunch break, sweetheart. I usually bring a sandwich from home, but how you spend your break is entirely up to you..."<br/><br/>Andrea smiled. Breakages in transit happened, and the carriers were very understanding when they did. That said, Misfits had one of the lowest breakage records in town, in spite of the fragile nature of the goods. Andrea would retrieve the two boxes later, after she closed. The Dumpster wasn't emptied until Monday.