Do I Look Stupid To You?

Lennon Hopper. Twenty-Nine. Drug lord and Owner of Locusta’s Hideout resort and bar.

[pompcm]

lenhopper​:

“Oh, you know, I was in the neighborhood, thought I’d drop by, see if you need anything,” he smirked, leaning on her doorframe. Hopper chuckled a bit. “Oh, you know me so well, Bee. Though, correct me if I’m wrong,” he leaned in a bit, still looming over her small frame, that teasing smirk never leaving his face. “I thought you liked it when I get like that.”

“I always need something,” she said before rolling her eyes at his stupid nickname for her. As she looked up at him she took a step back. She didn’t need him to get too comfy right away and knowing Len…oh he would. “Sometimes I do. Sometimes I don’t. My mind changes a lot, Lenny. You have to keep up.”

[lenhopper]

“Well, it’s your lucky day because I’ve got lots to give,” he said, a smirk spreading across his face. “Oh, yeah, mhmm,” he nodded, taking another step in, just leaning against the door jamb. “Im usually a little busy in other ways when I’m in your company, and you know I never struggle with keeping up.” Len teased. He did glare at her a bit for the nickname. “But, oh well, if you’re such an indecisive little thing, I’ll take my business elsewhere. Got lots to push and even more people willing to buy, so if you’ve changed your mind, maybe I’ll just go see what someone else is up to.” Even though it wouldn’t be the same, he thought. So hopefully she doesn’t just shut the door on him.

[vivacissimos]

lenhopper​:

“I should’ve guessed you’d be looking for something stronger,” he smirks a bit, “well the night’s still young.” he motioned the bartender over, pointing to something on the top shelf. When the drinks were slid over to them, Hopper gave her a wink, “Hope that’s a little more your speed.”

“Getting closer,” Magda remarks, tossing the drink back, a smirk dancing across her lips as she’s done. “The night’s still young? It’s eleven at night… is that young to you?” She asks… and the talk of youth makes her want to laugh at the private joke, herself. “Well… I have to say, your choice of drink isn’t bad. Mona Elise… and you are?”

[lenhopper]

“Hm, well I’ll have to keep guessing,” he chuckled, watching as she housed that drink like a champ. Another smirk. “Of course it is. The darkest hours bring out the most interesting thing.” And not to mention he was definitely on something so it would be a while before he crashed. “What can I say, Ive got good taste. Lennon Hopper,” he offered her a hand to shake. “So why do I see you around here more often, Mona?”

[lenhopper]

“Do you ever fucking shut up?” he let out a frustrated sigh as he rolled his eyes, turning to look at the young man sat next to him at the bar who it seemed had been chatting up the bartender for far too long when she was clearly not interested in holding a conversation. And normally, Len wouldn’t care. But he’d had a long day and was trying to drink away a headache and this kid wasn’t fucking helping anything. “Like, seriously, it’s like you get paid by the word. But how about, I give you a hundred dollars to shut the fuck up for the rest of the night.”

@billiondollardevil​

[lenhopper]

pompcm​:

@lenhopper​

“What brings you to my front door?” Phoebe asked, a teasing tone in her voice. She was pretty sure she knew exactly why he was at her back-up apartment but she still liked to play games with him. It was always a game with him. “I could let you in but I think you like to force your way in more. You can be a bit brutish sometimes, y’know?”

“Oh, you know, I was in the neighborhood, thought I’d drop by, see if you need anything,” he smirked, leaning on her doorframe. Hopper chuckled a bit. “Oh, you know me so well, Bee. Though, correct me if I’m wrong,” he leaned in a bit, still looming over her small frame, that teasing smirk never leaving his face. “I thought you liked it when I get like that.”

[lenhopper]

vivacissimos​:

@lenhopper​ || starter here!

Her eyes flit up to him, the image of the soft librarian dissipating as her glare reaches over the rim of her glasses. “Suggest something a little stronger, next time,” she drawls. “Vodka, or… bourbon… or… something.”

“I should’ve guessed you’d be looking for something stronger,” he smirks a bit, “well the night’s still young.” he motioned the bartender over, pointing to something on the top shelf. When the drinks were slid over to them, Hopper gave her a wink, “Hope that’s a little more your speed.”

[lenhopper]

Lennon Hopper --- Twenty Nine --- Drug Lord --- Non-Magical

Tw Drugs, Addiction, violence

Len doesn’t make friends and he makes it clear to most people that he doesn’t like them. He only likes people who can be useful to him. And even then the term ‘like’ is very generous.

He’s manipulative. He will use people to get what he wants with absolutely no remorse. Their feelings don’t matter to him. 

That’s not to say he doesn’t know how to be charismatic and turn on the charm. Because he’s definitely capable of appearing like a decent person. He’s had to stay on Atta’s good side somehow, right? 

He feels practically nothing toward Atta and he can’t stand her mother or Dot; he thinks Dot is onto him and he doesn’t care for that shit at all. He doesn’t necessarily see his feelings toward her changing. This is all business, and that’s all he wants it to be.

He’s been addicted to cocaine since he was seventeen but will deny having a problem. There are some stronger drugs he struggles with as well, but he’ll definitely deny having ever even tried those. Anything that could be seen as a vice or something he relies on could be used against him, and that’s the last thing he needs.

He has thought about… getting rid of his brother, but Hopper’s never been able to shake the fact that he did promise to keep the younger man alive. Not to mention, he wasn’t completely useless. Just annoying and he got in the way a lot.

Len is prone to violence. When he gets angry, he’s bound to throw punches, and you’re lucky if that’s all you get thrown your way. He’s got scars from knife fights, and he comes home from a night out with bruised knuckles more often than not.

He has several tattoos, some of which have meanings, some of which he just thought looked cool.