remained faithless.

stephanie 'effie' maria hambleton. xxiv. sales assistant, medium. -- R E N E W A L -- is hell more bearable after battle?

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Strangers // Halsey ft Lauren Jauregui

[effiehambletons]

( valeria ortiz. )

        ‘Are you afraid of the dark?’         The question breaks her concentration and slowly, Effie peeks one eye open to look down at the child ghost. His big, gray and cloudy eyes watching her. “No.” She answers shortly, though, seeing the frown on the young boy’s lips makes her continue. “Darkness is a part of me, why would I be afraid of that?” This time, he quirks his head to the side, as a curious child does. Effie wouldn’t admit this out loud, but she finds him adorable. Always has. “With that being said, there is also light in me, but, I’m more afraid of the light than the dark.”

                ‘Why?’         Effie almost gave a growl and nothing else in response, but she remembered that Eli was a curious eight-year-old boy, and he will always be that way. She couldn’t give him life, so the least she could do is give him her honest answer. Also because she was about to use him and his ability, the one he was known for when he was alive. “With life, there is hope, and that means there’s more to lose… Darkness is just something hollow.” Something I like knowing, something I deserve to have. With that, the boy kept silent and Effie took that a cue to close her eyes once more and tap the Flow.

        With a deep inhale, she was able to focus on what she wanted, what ability she was practicing, which was gymnastics. To warm up, she flexed her muscles and rotated her wrists, the air between the bones make crackling sounds that were sharp to her ear. Clearly, Effie didn’t do this often. Without a moment of hesitation, the blonde used gravity at her will with her hands planted into the soft, mushy grass of the graveyard, she flung her feet upward and held her stance in a handstand. She stayed like this under her elbows began to shake, then brought her feet down, smoothly transitioning into a bridge position. Next, was a small, effortless routine of a few cartwheels, a solid round off, and finishing with the traditional ‘ta-da’ stance. It was an easy routine. For Eli, at least, but shit, this kid was good.

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Necromancy Aesthetic

[effiehambletons]

( alec pilvist. )

Duty followed , of course. Determination might have been their second true name. “No, really, you got me curious. Is all that just boasting, or do you really carry a punch?” They smiled mischievously, and sighed. “Don’t leave me hanging here, please, be my guest. Knock my teeth out as you so eloquently put it.”

        Not a second before Alec finished his sentence, without a moment of hesitation or a second thought, Effie had her fists filled with the fabric of his shirt and without mercy used the momentum of catching him off guard and placing her left heel on the outside of his right heel, she trips the male lightly and uses the force to swing him around to throw Alec up against the wall, her knuckles digging into his chest. “Did someone put you up to this? To follow me? Or you are seriously this much of a fucking nuisance?”

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( oliver lowe. )

“I was only kidding, sweet heart.” He said more genuinely than had said anything previously. “I know you’ve got bigger problems.” Oliver stood from where he had been sitting, leaving his two cups of coffee behind. Oliver could still see her from over the counter when he made his way into the kitchen. “So you aren’t going to tell me what’s the matter, will you tell me if you are staying?”

        Effie frowns as she stares down at the notebook, but looks past it. Has she become so out of touch with everything and everyone around her, especially with Oliver, that she can’t tell when he’s joking anymore? She gives a sigh, mostly to herself, then flickers her eyes up to watch Oliver. “Sorry.” She mutters. “I’ll tell you, - just... Not yet.” She runs her tongue over her teeth quickly. “Of course, I’m staying. Someone’s gotta tell you how to run the shop.” Her voice is lighter than before as she lifts up the notebook and shakes it, the small smile on her lips give evidence that she’s trying to push herself out of her bad mood and be present for Oliver.

[effiehambletons]

( jacques devries. )

“Peut-être pas” the man tiredly admitted in a low tone as he leaned back, relaxing against the couch. Effie had very likely meant it as an insult but the Frenchman was very aware of the fact that he didn’t always think through what he did. Getting the blonde into this mess had probably been a mistake, one that had earned him her discontent, but he didn’t regret not stopping to think whether or not Clarke’s men would harm her to get to him. It just seemed like the obvious choice at the moment, not leaving her behind.

He leaned forward a little, keeping his eyes locked of Effie’s as the questions began. Jacques felt himself tense even if he didn’t visibly display it through body language. There was a default setting in him that made him lie whenever questions about his life were thrown at him. The tension he felt was because he knew he couldn’t lie this time, because he knew he at least owed her the truth after getting her involved in his problems. “You know who I am, my name is Jacques DeVries”. He made a small pause, feeling her cold stare could almost burn a hole through him. She was demanding to know a genuine response to the question ‘Who are you?’. Merde… “I’m a thief, alright?” he stated curtly, getting an odd sensation for admitting to it like that. He’d never done it before. “I took something from a powerful man, tricked him with my ability to make him believe I paid for what I took. I gave him a bag filled with paper and he saw the money I was supposed to give him. That’s it, that’s the story”. A very simplified version, of course, but the true story nonetheless. “The men who were chasing us work for him. I guess it’s safe to say he wants me dead now”.

        The pause made Effie feel like he was debating on whether or not to go through with answering her questions, which in turn, for a split second, agitated her, because she was feeling particularly vulnerable right now and she wanted to know who she was currently sharing a room with and why there were men who now wanted her dead. No. Just because I know your name doesn’t mean I know who you are. She wanted to say, but she wanted him to speak instead.

        As Jacque explained why he was being hunted; at first, her expressions still had frustrated etched into her features; the furrow between her brows, the corners of her mouth tugging downing slightly, though, once she finished, there was a pregnant pause on her behalf, processing and thinking about what she had just been told. And then, slowly, her face shows amusement and then the sound of a chuckle escapes her chest, rising to her lips. Then again. And again… Until she started to genuinely laugh. “You thought… You thought with your abilities that… That you know would eventually fade… You’d be able to get away with… With tricking him? Not even for a moment did you think he would come after you?” Effie heaves a sigh once calming down because honestly, that was the most expression she’s shown in a while and it was tiring.

        Slipping off of the bar stool, she slips her hand into her back pocket to pull out her sobriety coin to flip between her fingers as she paced. She didn’t have the ability to sit still for long and she needed a cigarette, but unfortunately, smoking indoors was prohibited. The only reason why she followed this rule was that the landlord was decent towards Effie. “Have you tried saying that you were sorry?” She deadpans with sarcasm, looking to Jac with an arched brow before running her thumb across her bottom lip to hide the smile. “Have you tried going after him? – The hunted becomes the hunter.”

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I am troubled and harsh and hopeless. Though I have love inside me. But I don’t know how to use love. Sometimes it scratches like barbs.

Clarice Lispector, tr. by Elizabeth Lowe, from Água Viva / The Stream of Life (via violentwavesofemotion)

[effiehambletons]

( guillermo reyes hernandez. )

“Yeah, do you wanna see my paper?” He doesn’t have a paper, but hell, if she actually asks for it, he will make one. “My behavior has nothing to do with ADHD, I don’t think.” He gives a rather honest remark, which is a rare occasion for him. His ‘problem’ is more about not giving a shit of who he pisses off. “I would offer you help but then again you look like a DIY kinda gal. I’ll trust you to take care of yourself.” He shrugs. “I’m not nosy. I’m curious. Like George. There’s a difference.” Of course he is rather nosy, when he is curious. But nonetheless, those two qualities are two different things. “You’ll have to get in line for that.” He tells her with a straight face. You don’t survive as a thief of arcane knowledge without making enemies along the way. There still are people out there, who would be more than happy to kill him. “I’m a sucker for secrets, though.” He grins broadly.

        “Nah. I don’t really care for paperwork.” Effie response, pulling out her cigarette box from the pocket of her jacket and shakes one out before lighting it up and pulling in. “Pretty sure it does since ADHD is labeled as a ‘behavioural disorder’,” she says, turning her head to blow out the smoke so that it wouldn’t wisp into Gil’s face.  She might not be too friendly, but there was some sort of smoker etiquette she didn’t mind following.  “You would be very fucking correct, pal. She says slowly, which is finished with a heavy sigh. Why was it that eighty-seven percent of the guys she ran into want to make the point of wanting to help before seeing she had her situation in control. “There’s a line between the two, sure. But, it’s very thin. And you’re about to cross it.” The blonde warns. “I’ll cut the line,” Effie says back rather quickly, matching his expression. “Sucks for you; I like keeping them.”

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( jacques devries. )

It didn’t take a particularly bright man to see that Effie was pissed off. Probably even more pissed off that she was the night he met her as she walked out of that random douchebag’s car. He could accept her anger if it meant they could walk out of her and get in the clear without a single bullet shot at them. The thief was still thinking of that and that alone, just getting away from this area of the city. Clearly her thoughts were aimed in a different direction because she made the two of them abruptly stop. He gave her a puzzle look, a silent ‘Ce que?’ look on his face.

He silently watched the young woman go through the motions of lacing their fingers together, holding his hand with as much gusto as a person who walks down the green mile to be executed. In spite of her evident reluctance, Jacques couldn’t help but slightly amused by it. He didn’t smile, not too openly, though, otherwise Effie would surely punch him in the face or something similar to that. “I’m moving fast because believe it or not, the effect of the illusion wears down after a while. What’s the point of spending my energy in it if we’re not going to make it out of here in time?” the Frenchman explained matter-of-factly. It’s not like he thought it was amusing to drag her around, it was just the urgency of knowing his own limitations regarding his power. Especially now that he was using it for two.

Her next words did manage to bring out his trademark smile, the one that shaped itself unevenly more to one side and accentuated the scar carved into his cheek. “Après vous” he said with a gesture of his hand that indicated she should lead the way. The Frenchman trusted her with it, letting her lead him anywhere she damn pleased. For all he knew, she could walk back to the bar and deliver him to Clarke’s men in exchange to be spared herself. Jacques had a hunch that she wouldn’t do that, though. And trusting that hunch the right thing since Effie led him to some apartment in an area of Port Ashborne where he hadn’t been before. As soon as the door closed behind them the thief ended the illusion and their fake appearances melted away to reveal the real them. The weariness hit him right away, as soon as he stopped making the effort to maintain his magic trick. It was like finishing a running competition, as soon as you stop your exerted body starts demanding rest. “No, I don’t think you do” he casually answered detecting the lie in it. Then he dropped down on an old couch, letting out a breath. He moved a hand up to his temple before he glanced back at Effie “Come on, chère, I bet you can lie better than that”.

        Effie snorts in response, head still bowed into her arms. No, she hated him. She very much hated him. - At least, really, really, really disliked him. Especially in this very moment. “That’s right, you don’t think.” She quips back with a mutter. In a split second, he had somehow managed to drag her into whatever messed up shit he was involved with. She didn’t care if he was guilty or not, she didn’t want to be a part of it and yet… Here she was. Straighten up, she moves across to the other side of the counter, slipping into one of the bar stools with her arms across against her chest, agitated. She ignores him about lying bit.  Effie was a fantastic liar when she wanted to be, but she was better than a liar, she was a chameleon. She was able to turn herself into somebody just as easily as physically turning her features, such as Jacque’s illusions, for example. “Who are you?” Effie asks clearly, meeting Jacque’s gaze. “Who are those men after you? What did you do?” The stare she gives dares the male before her to withhold the information to her questions.

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( oliver lowe. )

He never tired of dealing with Effie, he knew that Sophia and the girl’s sisters did. But Oliver never felt her pushing enough to frustrate. She was teenager, hadn’t he been just the same at her age. Oliver kept those thoughts to himself, as he knew Effie would not appreciate them. “Boy trouble? You know I’m sure you could find someone to take you prom Eff.” He joked with a wink, taking another sip of each coffee. “Well, I’m in the mood for french toast.” 

        The lead of her pencil nearly snapped with the amount of pressure she had applied while ending the sentence she had written down on her notepad. Oliver wasn’t completely wrong. Effie did have a problem with Jacque, but probably not the way Oliver was thinking. "I'm not going to prom. I have better things to do." She says, speaking metephorically. She didn't go to prom when she was of age, either, seeing as she dropped out of high school when she was in grade nine to take care of her father. "Go get that french toast then. You'll need something solid after the crap you're ingesting right now."

[sophiahambleton-blog]

Mother’s Day Brunch

[effiehambletons]

( oliver lowe. )

( danielle hambleton. )

( sophia hambleton. )

@dani-phxntom, @oliverlowe, @effiehambletons

With finals having just come to a close and all of the grading that needed to be done, Sophia had practically forgotten about Mother’s Day. It wasn’t until the other morning when Danielle had brought it up that the woman even remembered the ‘holiday’ was just right around the corner. As per their tradition, they went to ‘Ma Petit’ for brunch. And this year, Effie suggested that Oliver joined the group for brunch. He’d tagged along before but as their relationship became more strained, thin lines were drawn in the sand of the ‘family’ dynamics. But as things were momentarily ‘seemingly normal’, Sophia granted the request. Now it was a matter of getting everyone out of the house in a timely matter for their 11:30 reservation. To Sophia, that was a late start to the day, but she did have a consistent sleep schedule. So, once she got up, she began brewing coffee, that could help at least perk up Danielle and Maia up and it would be something she could offer up Oliver when he arrived to their household.

And of course, morning chaos already ensued. Maia woke up early feeling ill, so Sophia whipped her up a quick breakfast and had to convince her daughter that it was a bad idea for her to join them. And the young girl did eventually sulk back to her room. By around 10:30 Oliver had joined her, and it was time to begin her rounds. First she knocked on Dani’s door, then Effie’s. Both informed her that they’d be up in a second. So, Sophia poured herself another cup of coffee.

“Everyone ready to go?” Sophia called out a few minutes later. They needed to be out the door in ten minutes, or they’d be late.

Dani had always loved Mother’s day, even when she was a little kid. She’d looked forward to sharing breakfast in bed with her mom, reading together in their pajamas, then spending the whole day gardening- just the two of them. When Dani moved in with Sophia, the routine changed, but the sentiment was still there. That morning, although it was a weekend, Dani made a point to get up early, so she’d have plenty of time to get ready (and so she could get the shower first). At Sophia’s call, Dani closed the book she’d been rereading and headed down stairs. “Yep; I’m all set!” She smiled at her mother. “Happy Mother’s Day!”

@oliverlowe @effiehambletons @sophiahambleton

He walked in the down and he couldn’t keep from smiling. These were his people and god he loved them. He watched as Dani scampered down to join her Mother, and Oliver just smiled. “Glad to see half of us are ready.”  He opened his arms and pulled Sophia into a hug, kissing her atop her head. “Happy Mother’s day, you look radiant.” He said pulling away.

        Contrary to popular belief, Effie was ready. She wasn’t as ready as Dani, but she had at least managed to drag herself out of bed, have a quick shower and change into a comfortable outfit that Sophia would find most decent. A simple, silk blouse paired with black dress pants. She took the extra couple of minutes to pace in her room before taking her sweet time going down the steps. It wasn’t intentional. Not really. She just needed a little bit of time to compose her nerves. Mother’s Day was... Uncomfortable. Dani seemed to handle it fine, but Effie never celebrated Mother’s Day until Sophia took her in.

       Entering the kitchen, the blonde found Oliver and Sophia in a close embrace, and shifted her eyes somewhere else when Oliver kissed Sophia on her forehead. She couldn't tell if it was just a notion of endearment or something more, but whatever it was, it wasn't any of her business... She did find it confusing, though. When the adults finished their exchange, Effie made her way over to her adoptive mother and pulling out a card from behind her back, she hands it over to the dark haired woman, trying to come off as casual as possible but she wouldn’t be surprised if her movements came off rigid. “It’s - A card. Obviously. Just a card. Happy Mother's Day."

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( alec pilvist.)

Duty quirked an eyebrow, a small smile gracing their lips, with a nonchalance in his eyes that made it clear that he was not impressed by her threat. “Knock my teeth out? How lady-like…” They chuckled softly. “I do like feisty people. But I would love to see you try…”

        Again, her jaw clenches harshly to the point where it ached. Her hands still tightly positioned into fists. They shake slightly from the tension of her muscles as they flex. “I’m giving you one more chance and I don’t do that a lot. Follow me again and you’ll find out very quickly that I’m more than feisty.” Effie stares him down for a solid few moments before turning around and stalking away.

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( danielle hambleton. )

Normally, Dani was a good kid. She did her homework, didn’t get into fights, and kept her room clean. But once in a while -mostly with a nudge from one of her sisters- she let herself run a little wild. And the temptation of ice cream didn’t hurt either. Dani grinned at Stephanie, mouth already covered in the frosty treat. “Is that a challenge? Cause that sounds like a challenge.”

        Effie snorts, a side grin on her lips as she looks towards her sister. “Oh, it’s a challenge, - but only if you can eat all that and hide a stomach ache in front of Sophia.” Their mother would give them hell if she knew they ditched their training. The only reason why the other woman hasn’t tried calling them yet was because Maia probably hasn’t told her and that was because, more than likely, Danielle was involved. Effie and Maia had a mutual understanding when it came to their youngest sister.

[effiehambletons]

( alphonse bellard. )

The man stopped for a moment, staring deadpan towards the blonde as she explained herself. Fuck, was she really this nonchalant about what had just happened to her? He wasn’t angry with her just…disappointed, he supposed. When this had happened to his mother she fought like hell to get his bastard father arrested and got nothing out of it. There was injustice within the system, it was fucking corrupt and Al read about it almost everyday. Yet it seemed Effie couldn’t even managed her usual eye roll and barely lifted a finger as she pointed to the man. What the fuck was wrong with her? Shock? Carelessness? He really didn’t fucking know, but it bewildered the man more than he’d like to admit. “Yeah, alright. Sorry for the fucking speech, this just isn’t a joke to me. This is serious.” Al stated slowly, still eyeing her even after she turned away from him. 

His eyes trailed the slushie options, actually contemplating what the hell he wanted. If he was going to get this sugary piece of shit drink, he might as well like it. Maybe he’d dump some whiskey in it at home, spice things up a little. In that case, he began filling the cup with yellow liquid that was some lemon flavored crap before adding a bit of wild cherry as well. It looked like death in a cup, perhaps something a child would drink, yet he still drank it. The straw had a small spoon-like bottom, which he didn’t bother using. It seemed fucking pointless when he could just use it as a straw. “No, you just stabbed a fucking guy with house keys and you’re bleeding. You’re not gonna let me fix you and I certainly don’t need to take care of you. Call it peace of mind for my own well being, alright?” It would be on his mind all night if the blonde wasn’t home safe for him to see it. He already struggled with insomnia as it was, didn’t need to add this shit onto it as well. Al paid after Effie did, thanking the cashier for his change before stuffing it into his pocket. She’d told him to fuck off, essentially, yet she still stood there staring at him. Well, she hadn’t stalked away, had she? Good sign, he supposed. “Yeah, well I’m not good. I’m afraid someone’s gonna stab me in the streets, and you gotta protect me, so let’s go.” Al motioned to the door before holding it open for her with a small smirk on his lips. 

        Effie only stared back, not exactly waiting for what else he had to say, but also somewhat caring to where she was going to take her words next. They never seemed to be on the same page. They pissed each other off and annoyed each other, but obviously, they both stuck around long enough for the conversation to get to such a point, which was odd. Ah, there it was. Whatever it was. Even though she now had her back to him, she was able to hear… Disappointment? Confusion? “Just because I’m not reacting the way you think I should be or not the same way as you doesn’t mean I’m not reacting to the situation at all,” Effie says blankly, but instead of the distant, uncaring look she held since Alphonse made it into the alleyway, there was a harsh seriousness to her blue eyes. “You need to stop treating this as your own situation and back off.”

        The slushy is could and soothing against her dry tongue. Leaning over slightly, the blonde reaches over to grab a thin napkin on the counter and drags it across the plastic cup to soak up the condensation on the outside, then takes the napkin and swipes it over the open wound, apply pressure, the blood soaking through the white paper easily. She stays like this for a moment, casually drinking her slushy before answering. “I’m not gonna give you anything. That’s not my job.” She takes her napkin away from her face. She can still feel it, it’s almost like a clotting pressure, but it’s not how it was before. “Not bleeding anymore, so you can take that one out of the list to.” Effie raises her brows once as a form of punctuation, then she rolls her tongue across the inside of her cheek before speaking, “You don’t need me. Don’t you have a goddamn switchblade in your pocket? I have a good feeling you know how to use it.” The medium didn’t match his shit-eating grin. She walked through the door and made it onto the sidewalk once more, walking in the direction of home. 

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( jacques devries. )

Honestly, he almost laughed when she expressed her discontent towards his monosyllabic curse. Such a simple word that she hated but one that had the good particularity of not getting lost in translation. When he uttered it there was no mistake that he meant ‘Shit’ in the most profound way, deeply cursing the situation in which trouble was closing in and he couldn’t easily see a way out. Jacques didn’t have a great escape plan but at least his instincts were good and he chose to act fast, even if Effie was clearly not pleased to be taken in a certain direction by him.

He just needed to keep the illusions in place long enough for them to get away from Clarke’s thug and to get somewhere safe. It tiring enough to maintain an illusion just on himself for too long and it would test his power to keep the trick going for the two of them. He could only hope his energy would last enough. So part one of his half-assed idea was done once they passed the man and he didn’t even spare a look at them. They just had to keep walking.

The people reflected on the glass door didn’t look at all like them. Someone with patience and a good eye could have seen a few things remained unchanged, little details about their features had been untouched by his power. In the Frenchman’s case it was his eyes. “It’s called an illusion, chère” the thief stated easily with that characteristic half smirk of his. “I didn’t actually do anything to you, it’s just altered perception”. He could understand her shock but they didn’t really have the time to stay here and let her throw a few more ‘What the fuck’s at him for making use of his special skill. They had to put more distance between them and Clarke’s men, who were surely still going around this area. “Come on” he tilted his head to the side so they could keep going that way. Even if the blonde -currently brunette- hated his touch so much, Jacques didn’t let go. That contact was necessary for his power to cast that illusory veil on her as well.

        It’s called an illusion, chère. At that, Effie wanted to run. Why didn’t that click before? She’s learned about illusions years ago. Sophia taught her. Illusions were one of the first things in her training. Illusions weren’t really her thing, so she didn’t really pay much attention to them, just like everything else in her life, minus necromancy. For some reason, she felt uncomfortable being around another medium, knowing that he could do this so well. It was shaky. If she looked closely she was able to see the facade, but it was still holding up. “Yeah, I know what a fucking illusion is.” She snaps, running the palm of her hand across her mouth tiredly.

        So she was on the run with another medium, and at first, she didn’t care because, after this bullshit, Effie was planning on never seeing this asshole again, but now, if he was planning on continuously tugging her along the way, she was going to want answers. “Okay, we need to get a couple of thins clear, here: firstly,” She makes a dead stop, taking Jacque’s wrist with her free hand and quickly put it into her own open palm and intertwines their fingers, although incredibly reluctantly. It was written all over her face as she did so, “If you keep dragging me around like a ragdoll, someone will call the cops which will bring more attention. Secondly, walk slower. It doesn’t matter if we look like different people, we still look suspicious.” Effie knew a thing or two on how to go unnoticed when it mattered the most. Or... Even when it just didn’t matter at all.

        “And since you’re the one fucking up my life right now, the least you could do is be a gentleman and let me lead.” Effie didn’t care about being in charge, she was just fully confident that she knew this place better than Jac. With that, the two began walking, and Effie brought out her phone so that she had an excuse to look down and keep her features out of the light. After a few blocks of walking, the young woman made them turn into a small space where a door to apartment stairs were hidden. Making their way though and closing it shut, Effie walked up the stairs and fished out a key from the pocket of her highwasted jeans at the same time. Stopping at another door, she unlocked it and ushed Jacque in. It was a decent apartment. It was nice, but it wasn't great either (all one space. Kitchen flowing into the living room, the bed had it's own room with the bathroom beside it in a seperate room). She didn't come her often anymore, not as much as she needed to, but she kept the keys on her at all times just in case. With a word, Effie shrugs of her jacket and tosses it over the counter top which she then leans over top. Torso touching the cold table. "I hate you." She mutters to Jac with no real feeling behind it.

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( lucas o’conner. )

“Very true, I just hope I’m not that much of a fucking asshole even when I’m fucked up as shit,” he muttered, waving over the bartender. When she asked if she knew him, he gave a growl at the thought of his brother and waved his hand in the air. “Well, fuck. There’s a man walking around with the same goddamn face, except, you know, he’s a fucking dick. Pretty much has dicks drawn all over his face without it actually being there. His head’s the shape of a dick. Just an overall dick, ya know?” Lucas’ face scrunched up at the thought of his brother and felt at ease as two shots of tequila was delivered to them. “Man, I’ve had way more shit than this and still managed to walk to my apartment. I’m chill. Let’s have two shots, eh?” 

        “I guess one of us will find out by the end of the night. That is if one of us even remember’s.” She comments and orders her drinks. Yes, plural. Whiskey on the rocks. Effie actually hated whiskey. She absolutely hated the taste, but she enjoyed the burn and the ice cube was to dilute and chill the last bit of alcohol that would be in this class. She drank her whiskey slowly.  As the man went off on his tangent, Effie only listened. Well, half listened. He was far more drunk than she was and the moment he started to ramble Effie had lost interest in what he was saying. “What’s that one famous quote... One moment, let me think,” She beings before taking a sip of her whiskey and letting it burn down her throat. She knew exactly the quote she was wanting to refer to, she just wanted to be a little shit and pause for dramatic effect. “Takes one to know one...?" She could have been serious, could have been joking, but with the dryness of her voice it was difficult to tell. "Two shots? I ordered three." Effie gives a small, cheeky smile and just in time, the bartender places three small shot glasses in front of her, followed by lemon and salt.