You don’t see me, you don’t see me, you don’t see me…
The footsteps got even closer, stopping right in front of the door. For a moment, there was no noise. But then, the rusted hinges on the door ahead creaked. Luka watched the door with intent as it was pushed closed.
“Huh. I guess I was hearing things.”
Footsteps now slightly muted from behind the closed door, they quickly faded away in the distance. Still locked up, Luka didn’t take any chances; she waited for a few more seconds after everything was quiet to start moving. Once in the clear her whole body relaxed, letting out a sigh that echoed in the narrow stairwell. She got back onto her legs and rubbed her face.
“Crisis averted,” she said, hands on her hips, full of pride.
“You should really let me kill him, ya know,” Eliza remarked.
“If I did that, that means I’d have to get rid of another dead body,” Luka mentally replied. “And I’d have to setup a perfect trap which, honestly, is too much effort for such a lowly target.”
The murderous conversation continued as Luka went down the steps into the small storage area below. Along the wall were hooks that the employees used to hang up their belongings. Further down was a pile of extra product stock and shipping boxes along the walls. Right in the middle was a mini fridge, which Luka opened and pulled out a tall, black metal thermos. She unscrewed the top, air rushing out and making a pop sound like a soda bottle. She took a sip as Eliza continued to talk.
“You do realize that your demon side is—are you drinking beer at ten o’clock in the fucking morning?”
Luka instinctively shrugged as if Eliza was in front of her, “Yeah, what about it?”
“I’m just surprised. You usually have a flask in your bookbag.”
“I still got that. I just brought extra since today’s a special occasion.”
“Fourth of July?”
Luka took another swig from her thermos, “Yep. And the fact that my job is open today is still baffling to me. If I’m going to be stuck here for ten hours doing nothing, you can bet your sweet ass I’m not going to be sober during it all. Plus, Carl is here, and I’m really trying not to interact with him.”
“Fair enough.”
“Alcoholism for the win,” Luka chuckled as she put the top back on her thermos and put it back in the fridge. She spun on her heel and headed for the steps. She walked up the stairs and paused halfway, “Fuck work.”
Eliza replied, “Fuck work.”
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