Word count: 303 | Completed: No | Style: A little odd

“Well, that went well.” Paul smiled weakly to India as they were dragged down the bitchumen path. India glowered at him, grabbing at a passing branch to try to halt their progress.
“Cheese. You called him cheese.” She growled.
“Well, I though it was quite complimentary!” Paul spread his arms wide and almost fell over as the security guard pulled harder on his collar. They were thrown through the heavy iron gates a moment later. Picking himself up and dusting his coat in an altogether far too cheery manner, Paul grinned up at the sky.
“What a lovely night!” he exclaimed.
“Paul, can I ask you something?” India spoke as she too unsteadily raised to her feet.
“Mmmm?”
“In what situation, anywhere, anytime is it considered polite to call someone cheese?”
Paul paused for a minute, chin length hair blowing gently in the cool nighttime breeze.
“Well?” India demanded, disgustedly picking a squashed slug off her trouser leg.
“Mmmhmm.” Paul absentmindedly tugged at the sleeves of his velvet jacket, still intently peering into the night sky.
“You’re not even listening to me!” India was indignant.
“Mmmm.”
“Fine then.” India stomped to the side of the deserted road and promptly fell flat on her face in the ditch.
“I’m sorry, what were you saying?” Paul snapped out of his reverie, looking about for his companion.
“I was saying - ” came India’s voice from a nearby clump of bushes, “ - that you - ”
Paul was searching his surroundings confusedly, trying to pinpoint the location of his missing friend
“ – are incredibly – “ with a rustle of dry leaves, India suddenly materialized behind him. She lifted the hair from his left ear and shouted
“STUPID!”
Paul jumped a good foot into the air, gracelessly tripping over his own feet as he landed.

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