“Stay still” She said in a whisper as she tries to remove the button that is now stuck on her hair. Keane who was leaning on the wall for support looks at her with hazy eyes as she fumbles with her hair, removing it carefully from the button of his shirt. “I.. can’t..” was the words that came out from his mouth. Anon glared at him, clearly annoyed. They wouldn’t be in this predicament if this man had not drunk too much.
“Stay still you idiot, every time you move, you’re pulling my hair, and it hurts.” “Okay” he replied not wanting to hurt her more. “ But why are we whispering?” He asked.
Anon sighed in exasperation as she carefully untangled her hair from the button. "Because," she whispered, leaning closer, "we’re in the middle of a very crowded place, and the last thing I need is everyone noticing that I’m stuck to you like this."
Keane’s head tilted slightly as if trying to make sense of the situation, his breath warm against her cheek. "But we're not hiding," he mumbled, his drunken state making his voice louder than a whisper.
"Keane!" Anon hissed as she landed a light smack at his chest. "Shh, you’re going to get us even more attention!" She glanced around nervously, trying to see if anyone had noticed them. They were tucked in a corner of the room, but it wouldn’t take much for someone to spot the awkward scene unfolding. She tugged gently, trying to free her hair, but winced as the button snagged again.
How did they even get into this situation? Well Anon was looking for Milo to hand over the script, but as she scanned the room for him, Keane who was clearly drunk came from behind and put his arms around her shoulders, and whispered to her ear “Hey, Ms. Script Writer, what cha doing here all alone?” she turned around in shock and her hair got snagged on the buttons of his shirt. Thus, this predicament they are facing.
Keane’s brows furrowed in confusion as if the gravity of the situation had finally dawned on him. "Oh... I’m sorry," he said, his voice lowering in response to her frustration. He glanced at her hair, caught on his shirt and then back at her. "Should I... just rip the button off?"
Anon shot him with an incredulous look. "No way, you're not ruining your shirt for this, And I’m also not paying for damages." she muttered, her fingers working carefully. "Just stay still. I almost have it. And seriously, why are you this drunk already? We’re only halfway through the party."
Her exasperation was clear, the edge in her voice sharp, but Keane just blinked at her, trying to process her words through the fog of alcohol. He shrugged lazily, his lips pulling into a lopsided grin. "It's a celebration, right?" he slurred, swaying slightly. "Thought I’d... y’know... start early.. and I won’t charge you”
Anon huffed, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, well, starting early doesn’t mean you have to finish the entire bar by yourself." She tugged a little more, feeling her hair starting to slip free. "If you weren't already falling over, this would be easier."
But despite her frustration, there was a certain softness in her tone that Keane, in his hazy state, couldn’t help but notice. His gaze drifted from her fingers working meticulously to her face, taking in the furrow of her brow, the faint blush creeping up her cheeks, and the way her lips pressed together in focus.
"You know," he slurred, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, "you’re kind of cute when you’re mad."
Anon froze, her fingers pausing in their careful work as she glared up at him. "Keane," she said in a dangerously quiet voice, "if you don’t stop talking, I will smack you in the face, and make sure to knock you out!.”
His eyes widened in mock fear, but a chuckle escaped him. "Alright, alright," he said, raising his hands slightly in surrender, which only caused Anon to tug at her hair harder as the button pulled tighter.
"Ow! Keane!" she snapped, her patience running thin.
"Sorry! Sorry!" He bit his lip, trying to keep still this time.
With one last careful maneuver, Anon finally freed her hair, and she let out a victorious sigh, stepping back and rubbing the sore spot on her scalp. "Finally," she muttered, glaring up at Keane, who gave her a sheepish grin.
Anon crossed her arms and gave him a pointed look “Don’t smile at me like that mister! Stop drinking,” she demanded, Keane’s hand shoot up defensively in a mock, though his balance wobbled even more. “Alright, alright I’ll stop drinking now” his grin still lingering despite her scolding, he then reached for her head at the same spot where the hair was tugging earlier.
Anon cheeks started warming up as she felt his big hand gently massaging her head. She playfully pushed his hand away and said in exasperation "Whatever. You’re hopeless," she muttered, turning away quickly to hide the flush creeping up her cheeks. "Just... try to stay out of trouble, alright?"
Keane chuckled softly behind her, the sound warmer than before. "No promises," he called after her, his voice teasing but gentler now, as if he was more aware of how his presence affected her.
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Marami akong time! CHARZ!,
Namiss ko lang Asawa ko! CHARIZ. XD
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