Emma looked at the messages, quite literally hitting her head against the table she sat at, doing it a couple more times for good measure before she took in a deep breath. She had stood despite the odd look she was getting from her brother, having been hanging out with him for the first time in a while, leaving Caspian and Makena at home.
She pressed the phone to her ear as she called Syx, tired of the messaging back and forth that was getting them literally nowhere.
When his phone rung, Syx was sitting on the side of the road trying to build up his energy again. Staring at the phone in drunken confusion as it played music at him, he finally remembered to answer, “Ollo?”
“Hey, love,” she greeted, “Its Emma. Can you please be a bit clearer where the party was?” She prompted, her worry leaking into her voice
“And I’m double o six,” Syx laughed stupidly, “Woodridge, Anthony Woodridge. Yes… you can ride my wood, ladies,” his attempt at drunken seduction ended in a fix if giggles, “Fuck Em. Was Uncle Freddy’s kid Tom’s party. At his house. I… I rode my scooter there? I don’t know where my scooter is Em!”
Standing again and swaying on his feet, Syx looked both ways as if his scooter or the house would be visible. Neither were. Distressed, he continued, “Uhhhhh which way did I come from?”
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