The elevator stopped with a sickening jerk that sent both people crashing to the floor. The lights hadn't kicked back on yet. Shit, why can't I ever get stuck in an elevator with Kristen Bell?
"Excuse me...?" The girl had decided to say something instead of just stare at him. "Um, what did you do?"
Seriously? This girl is blaming me for an elevator breaking? "Pardon me?" The girl couldn't see it, but Wally had an eyebrow cocked in disbelief that she actually thought he did this.
"The elevator, what did you do- why did it stop? Why aren't the lights working." Her tone was not angry, or scared- it sounded amused. Just as she finished her sentence, the lights flicked back on and Wally finally got a good look at her.
She wasn't that pretty, and he noticed her hair was red. A ginger. It was cut short and worn straight, and her clothes would have definately stuck out in a crowd... Or an elevator with one other person. She was wearing a white skirt, worn to her ankles with orange and red flower print, and her shirt was more of a white bedsheet she tied around her neck. She's dressed like that and questioning me? It was probably God penalizing her for going out in public like that.
"Excuse me...? Can you hear me?" She was staring at him, her eyes weren't blue or green either but some sort of mix breed. Freak.
"Yeah. I can hear you. I didn't do anything to the elevator but I'm glad you assumed it was me." Wally did nothing to hide the sarcasm in his voice, but she seemed to not take notice- Wally was climbing to his feet, but she sat on the ground, legs crossed. Still staring.
"Oh. You're welcome. Can you fix it?"
Who is this girl? "Oh yeah, I would but I left my tools in the other elevator I was stuck in today. Hey why don't you fix it, I mean red hair and dressed like that- aren't you one of them rare genies or perhaps a leprauchaun?"
"Excuse me? Have I offended you in anyway?" She wasn't looking at him anymore; she was staring at the floor now.
"No... Just my nature." He didn't feel like starting an argument while trapped in an elevator.
"Oh, I understand. Is it also your nature to drink? Sorry but you smell like alchohol..." She was back to staring at him. I wish she wouldn't do that.
"And you smell like dirt." Wally's reply was sudden, and left the woman with a look of shock on her face. I need a drink. Wally knew he had a flask in his back pocket of his jeans, but he didn't want to pull it out and show this 'dirt girl' that drinking was part of his nature. It always had been. "What's your name anyway?" His tone was less than pleasant and he knew it.
"Inna. And if you want to have a drink- go ahead." She was still staring at him, but her eyebrows were raised higher than before, she was amused, not angry at all. Or offended.
How the hell did she know...? Fuckin' genies. Wally pulled the flask out, and took a swig. Whiskey.
"Perhaps one of us should climb out the top and try and get help?" She said, pointing above to a trap door in the elevator roof.
"Good luck with that one, while you're out there see if you can find me a sandwhich. I'm starving." This girl is out of her mind. I'm not James Bond and I don't plan on doing an elevator shaft escape.
"Why would I have to go?" Inna had a completely serious tone.
"It was your idea, plus I left my bat-grapple at home." Wally was frustrated, he was almost maxing out his sarcasm scale and she didn't even beat and eyelash. If he did this with Sara, she'd be ready to chew rocks, and cut him crossways. But Sara has the temper of a wolf starving in mid-winter.
"So, do you have a girlfriend? A wife maybe?" Inna was still looking up at the trap door. She was serious about this.
"Um, yeah... a girlfriend. Sara." This was the first time Wally wasn't aware of the flask in his hand. "Sara..."
"Sara? I don't like that name much." It almost sounded as if she was talking to herself.
"I'm sure she'd be thrilled to know that."
"Know what?"
"Nothing... When is this elevator going to start working... I'm late." Lied Wally. He had nowhere to go, but Inna didn't need to know that.
"Late for what?"
"Getting out of this elevator..." He trailed off, he didn't expect to actually tell her that.
"Oh in that case, so am I."
Oh so this one did have some fight in her. Wally was grinning- perhaps he could have some fun with this. "So I was wondering, why the hell do you smell like-" Wally was cut off by the sound of a mans voice coming from the speaker under the floor buttons.
"Excuse me, we will have the elevator working in no time- is everyone alright?"
"Finally... Yeah we are both fine." Wally wasn't standing up as straight as he wanted, and he was sure Inna had noticed the slur. The elevator's sudden movement sent Wally to the floor. "Shit, I think I left my stomache down a floor or two..." He didn't try to stand up; knowing it wouldn't end up as he planned. The elevator stopped at floor 14; Inna was almost out the door before it opened.
"Are you coming?" She was staring at him, a look of concern infecting her face. He raised an eyebrow at her offered hand.
"Um..." He stammered. "Naw, I think I'm gonna lay here a while... maybe wait till this coffin heads back down- maybe I can retrieve my stomache." He got that sentence out without a slur, despite his head shaking. Inna shot him a saddened look as she walked away, he watched her leave- his eyelids weighed a ton. He wasn't getting up for a while.
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