LIE TO ME

HE’S  TRIPPING  OVER  HIS  OWN  TWO  FEET  ,  yanked  from  his  exchange  .  125  mg  of  mdma  wasted  -  albeit  the  high  probability  of  it  being  shitty  ,  it  was  imprinted  with  a  B  .  he  was  so  fucking  hype  .  but  now  he’s  scowl  adorned  and  unamused  ,  shoulders  slumped  like  he’s  given  up  .  not  again  .     ‘  calm  the  fuck  down  ,  dracula  .  ‘     hooks  nic’s  hand  with  two  fingers  ,  holding  loosely  ,  mumbling  .     ‘  i  wouldn’t  do  anything  ,  you  know  .  ‘

NOT OK …

INTERNALLY SNEERING  AT  the  men  who  show  their  opulence  so  plainly  ,  his  optics  and  the  bruises  beneath  them  concealed  by  sunglasses  while  he  surveys  the  gathering  .  hypocrisy  within  his  observation  highlighted  by  the  diamond  cufflinks  kissing  on  his  sleeve  ,  reflective  under  the  sun     (  and  a  $1k  birthday gift  )     ,  as  well  as  the  champagne  he’s  drowning  his  hangover  in     (  dom  perignon  ,  $2k  ,  courtesy  of  his  dad’s  work  function  )     . 

     ‘  i  need  some  goddamn  finger  sandwiches  .  ‘

                               freezes   /   pale  digits  not  even  attempting  to  hide  the  evidence  of  him  trying  to  make  the  small,  yet  expensive  art  piece  disappear  in  the  inside  pocket  of  his  jacket.   clears  throat   ;   the  embarrassing  nature  of  the  situation  is  painfully  obvious,   even  to  him.      ❛      this   …   ––––   is  exactly  what  it  looks  like.      ❜

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  HOWLING police sirens mere blocks away could be cause for panic in anyone else  (  actually, this entire situation could be  )  and although it’s his doing,  haley does not fear  ;  he’ll get away, that’s how it goes, how he was trained to be.  the android walks without worry from the scene — nothing  ‘ big ’ ,  just what they called a test for him.  a hit.  there’s red spattering soaked into the dark grey of his shirt,  tiny flecks across jeans to match,  and as he slips away with ease into the confines of an abandoned workshop he settles onto the floor to dig through his duffelbag.  fingers touch cooling metal,  dive past that to register a different sensation :  cotton.  the lab-issued change of clothes.

  in a way he’s confused, left wondering why they needed him to do this, but orders are orders  &  it’s been told a time or two before not to get invested  (  ‘ as incredible as it is that you can. ’  )  .

nicholai  jerks  away  from  his  most  recent  meal.    he’s  startled  by  the  sirens;  the  law  has  never  been  his  friend.    somehow,  he’s  overcome  with  a  sense  of  calm  when  the  smell  of  blood  floods  his  senses.    predatory  eyes  lock  in  on  the  source--    a  ...  boy  ??    except  he  isn’t  bleeding:  he’s  covered  in  it.    the  vampire  isn’t  in  much  better  condition,  with  blood  coating  his  lips  &&  dripping  from  his  chin.    he  steps  from  his  sheltered  corner,  eyebrows  raised  and  black  eyes  on  display: