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"Oi, what're you doing in here?" The culprit asked, frowning at her.
"Reading," Emi replied shortly, not looking up. Although she couldn't read when talking to someone, it didn't mean she couldn't look like she was. Maybe he would go away if she looked uninterested.
"I can see that. I'm drunk, not blind," He retorted, taking a swig from his bottle.
"Do you drink high volumes of alcohol often?" She asked, now lowering her book onto her bare thighs and looking up at him.
Her eyes caught the light; it glimmered over their swimming darkness like oceans in the moonlight's curse. "I'm a uni student at a party. I think it's safe to assume yes."
"Then you might." Emi smoothed a hand over the book. "If you drink too much over a long period of time, your eyesight is at risk."
"Alright, whatever." He rolled his eyes, letting go of the door to search the shelves. "Have you seen any confetti cannons in here? Birthday girl wants some."
"Haven't looked." She looked over to him. "Ruined anymore dresses tonight? Or was I just the lucky one?" She sassed, closing her finger in her book to hold her place as she looked dead at him.
"I'm sorry?" He stopped searching the shelf, looking over his shoulder at her.
"The other week you ruined my dress when you ran into me, spilling all my drinks down it. Had to throw that dress away, thank you very much for that by the way. Not like I'm short on money or anything."
"I don't remember ever seeing you let alone tipping drinks on you," He replied dismissively, going back to riffling through boxes on the dusty shelf. "Bloody hell," He coughed as a cloud of dust came off an old fancy dress hat.
"You could at least apologise," She mumbled, opening her book again and flattening out the page with the palm of her hand.
"Can't apologise for something I didn't do," He called out as he yanked open another box. "Ah ha!" He exclaimed as he pulled two tubes from the box. "Knew they'd have some in here." He put them under his arm and picked his beer back up, striding to the door. He put one hand on the door handle, looked back at Emi and said, "Bye, boring girl I have no recollection of throwing drinks over."
"Twat," She muttered, not taking her eyes off the page.
She only looked up when she heard a string of curses and someone yanking on the door furiously. "Who the fuck are you and why won't the door open?"
"You're an idiot, we're locked in." She closed her book. "And I'm Emi."
"Did you lock it when I wasn't looking?" He questioned, still pulling on the locked door. Not only was he drunk, he was also a total idiot.
"Of course not, I've been sat here the whole time!" She exclaimed, finally losing her patience with the drunken man. "Just call someone to let us out."
"There's no phone coverage here," He said, resting his head on the door with a groan. At least he'd stopped trying to force the door open.
"Just sit down and be quiet. Someone will come looking for you," She said, leaning back in the beanbag and nestling her shoulders down. "Who even are you anyway?"
"I'm Will and... did I mention that I'm claustrophobic?" He questioned, grimacing.
"Lord, help us," She whispered, tilting her head right back and just hoping someone came and found them sooner rather than later.
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"Are you going to talk to me or not?"
"Depends if you're gonna throw the rest of your beer on me or not."
"I didn't throw drinks on you, for fucks sake," He groaned, rubbing his hands over his face. "I drank my beer anyway," He grumbled, the beanbag crunching as he turned onto his front, one hand under his chin as he looked right at her. "You read quickly. Usually takes me ages to read a page."
"Practice and an awful habit of skim reading." It was true. Emi had always read quick, but often had to go back through for detail.
"What're you gonna do when you finish it and have to talk to me?" There was a smirk plastered on his face. He thought he had her caught out, but he didn't know Emi or how stubborn she could be.
"Easy, I'm not going to talk to you," She said, turning the page.
"I can just talk at you," He offered. "If you don't like talking." He tilted his head to the side, eyes flickering across her face as her jaw clenched in annoyance. If annoying her was the only amusement he could have for god knows how long, then so be it.
"I'm good, thanks."
He raised his eyebrows and faked a gasp. "So, you do have manners?" A grin spread across his mouth as he watched her jaw, somehow, clench tighter.
"How did I end up locked in here with you?" She groaned as she slammed her book shut. "I just wanted to read in peace, for goodness sake."
"I didn't ask to get locked in here," Will said as he rolled onto his back, folding his arms across his chest and looking up at the ceiling. "especially not with you of all people."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Emi questioned, a bitter taste on her tongue.
"All you want to do is read. Where's the party animal in you?"
"Sleeping beneath the layer of 'anxiety' and 'I'm too tired for this shit so shut up and let me read in peace'."
