Late Night Snack - Maybe

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Sencillo

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Ollie was hungry. She had awoken sometime around midnight with a grumbling in her stomach that she could have sworn made her roommate turn over in their sleep. She tried to ignore it- really, she did- but in the end hunger pains won her over and she decided to take a late night trip down to the cafeteria to see if she could scrounge anything up. With great care she slipped from her room, heel-toeing it down the corridor until she reached the staircase that led down to the main floor. It was here that she slipped into her outdoor flats- having been barefoot the entirety of her silent escape- and crept down the stairs. Wallet in hand, she was hoping to get a bit of something from one of the machines that she could have sworn were stockpiled with goodies the last time she was in the cafeteria; what she didn't account for was whether or not the doors were unlocked.
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"Is it...locked?"
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Stepping up to the door, she pressed her hands against the cool wood and marveled at it giving way to her touch. So it was unlocked- her stomach gave another loud rumble, reminding her of her impatient craving and making her grab at the loose fabric of her night gown that she hadn't bothered to change out of. Her pink eyes were dark in the dim lighting as she pondered over the half open door before glancing over her shoulder and scanning the surrounding area. The courtyard that surrounded the cafeteria hall looked to be empty- which meant what she was planning to do wouldn't be seen nor hindered by any passing eyes- not that entering the hall would be much of a crime, it was unlocked after all, but regardless she was grateful for the lack of audience members to her midnight snack run. With another slight push, she entered the door and meandered her way down the corridor towards where she had remembered the snack machine's were.
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"Oh, yay," catching the tell tale hum of the vending machines that sat in front of the main entrance into the dining hall she continued her shuffle forward until she could see the blue glow that filtered out and cast it's light over her own figure, "Snack time."
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Stopping, she crouched at the machine and placed her hands on the glass, gazing inward at the packaged junk food and sweets that would be hers at the mere insertion of her legal tender and the press of a few worn keys.
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"Oh...they have pretzel sticks," pulling back for a moment, she opened her wallet and removed the bill, before inserting it into the exchange slot she re-examined the number she needed for her snack before slipping it into the machine- and having the dollar spit back at her with a low mechanical wheeze, "O-oh..."
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Ollie tried the bill again and again only to receive the same mechanical wheeze. With a dejected sigh, she sat back on her rear and stared blankly at the machine before whispering in a defeated voice.
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"But I'm hungry..."

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Joyce woke with a start. At first she had no idea where she was, but after a moment it became clear that she was in her office. Looking in front of her was a pile of assignments that she was still in the middle of marking. The top one had a most unfortunate mark on it, where the red sharpie she had been using to mark the test had met her own drool, only to leave an unsightly red mark on her page, and on her cheek. She stretched as she stood out of her chair, looking at the time she sighed, knowing that she needed to get these assignments marked, but without a hit of caffeine there was no way she would finish it that night.

She walked through the hallways that seemed oddly abandoned to her until she thought to pull out her phone and look at the time. 23:55, she couldn't help but let out a sigh, only now realizing just how long the night was going to be.

As she walked through the path from the administrative buildings where her office was housed, she couldn't help but love the chill that ran up her bare shoulders. The night was a clear one, and the gibbous moon hung high above her head. She loved nights like this, wishing that she could sit on the top of some tall building watching the stars make their way across the sky.

After a couple of minutes she came to the door of the building that held both the cafeteria and the vending machines, she doubted that the actual cafeteria would be open, and she'd instead have to go for some bottle of cola that only tasted like the colour brown.

She came into the building just in time to see the machine reject the bill and hear the dejected voice proclaiming her hunger. She recognized the girl as a student, though even if she hadn't the question of just whom else she could have been at this time of the night really left very little question.

She knew that vending machine was temperamental at best and just vindictive, and you had to know just how to work with it. She walked up to the machine, and without saying a word she gave it a swift and frightfully hard kick to its side, creating a crash that echoed through the halls for a few long moments, but the reader took in the bill that had been left in it, and the display now displayed the amount of the bill as credits available. Moving to see what was an option to get she looked, absentminded she asked the girl in a cheerful voice. "What are you getting, is ther-" she stopped for a moment and than gave out a squeal when she realized that the had green tea kit-kat bars. She'd discovered them here, and she loved them. Only now was she realizing just how hungry she was.
 
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Ollie felt the presence of the other person long before she heard the footsteps approaching her from the opposite entrance into the vending machine corridor. With slight interest, she turned her head in time to see a woman approach the machine from the side. She was a short woman, almost resembling that of a young girl due to the height of her and the soft, smoothed features of her face. For a moment, Ollie thought she wasn't real- that she had only imagined the woman had approached her and her vending machine problem. It was the middle of the night, after all. What kind of person would be wandering the halls at this time of night without so much as a grumbling stomach for an excuse? She supposed it wasn't that odd, that there were plenty of nocturnal students like her that probably performed night raids to the vending machines on a constant basis. It occurred to her that this woman might know why the machine wasn't taking her money, was it broken or...full? Maybe there was another machine somewhere else that she could-
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THUNK-
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The sound startled her, made her flinch back slightly and solidified the realness of the situation as she stared evenly at the machine and the woman who had just kicked it. To her amazement, the bill it had previously been rejecting slid obediently into the slot and was deposited as the much anticipated credits. Swallowing hard, she tore her attentions from the credit screen to once again examine the woman who had so bravely and bluntly beat the machine into working.
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"What are you getting, is ther-"
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She had stepped over to stand beside Ollie's still sitting form and was gazing through the glass when she let out a child-like squeal and cut off her own sentence.
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"Uhm..."
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Ollie was still staring up at the half bent woman, unsure if she should continue with her pre-planned craving or change it now that this other person had so suddenly become involved. Should she share the credits? Seeing as how the mysterious woman had gotten the machine to work, they were just as much her credits as they were Ollie's, right? Turning back to look at the snacks, she eyed the pretzel sticks she had been pining for and then went back to eyeing the woman, by the way she was gazing into the glass, it occurred to Ollie that she too had her eye on a snack within.
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"Did you want something...too?"

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