eat or be eaten

Luke Rege | Basilisk | osprey House: room 306 all you need to know is that you don't need to know anything. mind your own business, why don't you? "it's a man eats man world"

[brainylucy-deactivated20150224]

[As soon as he started to stare, her posture straightened. She felt like a lab mouse being forced to run the maze for some horrid experiment, but probably worse as he tried to figure her out. The questions came and for once, she had absolutely nothing to say in response. She had no idea what drove her to come here over the dance in the first place, let alone why she obeyed that part of her. She ran a hand through her hair and looked at her feet as if they were suddenly interesting. After a moment’s pause, she looked up.]

In complete honesty, I don’t know what I’m really doing here. I should be at the dance instead of here, but I’m not. I should be dancing with the straight A student or whatever, but I’m just here drinking with you. I mean, for the past week I was sure I… [She stops herself short for a moment before allowing her voice to go softer.] I was sure I loved you. I guess I just had to make sure? It’s stupid and silly. Idiotic, really. I guess I just had to test theories to see.

[luke-rege]

[His brows were knit together in a second, his expression almost angry, and his body tensed involuntarily. It was completely against his will that his mind seemed to falter for a moment.] What? [He spit out the word harshly, but was too caught up in her confession to care about his attitude. Blinking -- as if it would actually make things clearer -- he regarded her with an even more intense, heavily questioning and confused look. She couldn't be feeling that way... because it would mean he was feeling the same.] Is this some kind of joke, Johnson? Because I know you well and this isn't the type  of shite you would pull.

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[She rolled her eyes at his comments, pulling her knees to her chest on the edge of the bed, eyes on the bottle in her hand. She knew the act she was trying to pull was far from convincing, even to the most daft person. Instead of giving up and possibly just exiting the room, thus drawing herself away from the “fun,” she brought the bottle back to her mouth and took some more.]

I’ll… get used to it, I suppose. [You’re lying to yourself again, Luce, she thought with an inward sigh. At this point, she was more sure she was trying to convince herself rather than Luke. She pushed the thoughts aside and let the alcohol burn her throat even more as she took more from the bottle.]

[luke-rege]

Possibly. [He shrugged and tilted the bottle back, swallowing hard the ever foul taste. When he lowered the bottle again, he bent forward a bit with his arms resting on his knees for support -- and he stared at her. His gaze wasn't even close to admiring;it was more of an analytic sort of stare the one he had her fixed with.]

What are you really doing here, Johnson? We don't even get along. And what was that about asking me to the dance? Did a book fall off a shelf and knock you senseless? [Shaking his head, he flashed an almost mean smile. The thoughts circling around in his head weren't pure at all.] Your sense of self preservation might've been knocked out of you as well by the looks of it.

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[After being directed towards the bottle, she was hesitant. She hadn’t really wanted to drink, but rather spend time with Luke alone, away from the party. She knew, however, that if she tried to avoid it, the charade would be up. A moment later, she sat on his bed with the bottle in her hand, turning it over, almost examining it.]

It smells… bitter. [Before the adjective, her nose scrunched up. She then forced a smile and brought the bottle to her mouth, taking a quick swig. The burning down her throat was enough to made her shudder, her forced smile looking weak when she looked at him again.] Delicious…

[luke-rege]

Well what'd you expect? There's no sugar in there, Johnson, and it won't smell like daisies either..

[It took him a moment, and he had to rummage through several layers of his belongings, but right there at the bottom of the trunk he found the two bottles he'd been looking for. Straightening up, he set one on his bedside table and took a long gulp of the other.]

[He raised a brow at her evident distaste. Typically, he would have made a remark about her obvious lie, but it touched a spot in him -- he didn't know he had that spot at all -- just because she was trying to put on a convincing show, act the tough one. However, his resolve to stay quiet about it dwindled into nothing in a matter of seconds.] Is it? Because I've never seen a faker smile put up, not even by me. [With his crooked smile in place, Luke sat on the desk chair across from her and took another drink. He didn't even remember where he'd gotten the liquor. Shanghai, maybe?]

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[While she knew he was right about the dance, she was glad she had come here instead of the dance. It was probably useless to have gotten dolled up and go through the motions of getting ready for a dance she had no intentions of actually attending, but she was a little glad she did.]

You seem so sure of yourself. Over-confidence gets you nowhere in life, sweetheart. [She was taken aback by her own sudden confidence around him after she had spent the past week avoiding him. Nevertheless, she seized the opportunity with a smirk and leaned up, stealing a kiss on his cheek. She moved into the room away from his touch to hide her blush.]

[luke-rege]

[With a shrug, he leaned back against the door after he'd closed it, taking in her last comment. It felt odd, unsettling, to have her act that way, even for a moment, and he decided he liked her shyness and awkwardness -- granted, he shouldn't be liking anything about her at all. His eyes searched her face and he was pleased to find the blush on her cheeks, right where it belonged.] It's worked for me so far.

[He motioned to the nearly finished bottle on his bedside table.] Have a go. I'll get more.

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[She would be lying if she said that his words surprised her. She thought to herself that she didn’t expect to take the offer either. However, she had a feeling he wasn’t going to be so quick to let her into his room.]

Shouldn’t have offered, then, Rege. But if you’re so keen on drining alone, I can actually make my way to the dance. I’m sure I’d find a way to have at least some fun, if not more fun than here.

[luke-rege]

[He scoffed, unable to help himself. Dances were a waste of time and money, crowded with hormonal idiots and girls hoping for false romance. They were fools, the whole lot of 'em.]

Guess I shouldn't have... [But he was somewhat -- or very -- glad he had.] I reckon you don't want to stand awkwardly in a corner, waiting for some fancy ponce to ask you to dance, only to never actually have it happen. [His eyes gave her a sweeping look, taking in her fancy dress and her dolled-up face. She looked tempting.] I'll show you fun, Johnson, and you'll be re-thinking that dance within a half hour...

[Moving aside, Luke stretched out his hand inviting her in. At the request of his more impatient side, he placed a hand at the low of her back and gently pushed her in the rest of the way before closing the door.]

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[Lucy’s breath hitched when Luke actually answered the door. She had expected some snarky remark telling her to go away and had certainly not expected it. She cleared her throat before a blush spread across her cheeks and she shrugged.]

Well, you um. You gave me an offer. The dance didn’t appear too appealing anyways. [She bit down on her lip as she shifted her weight uncomfortably from one foot to another. She wasn’t about to admit the real reason she showed up, but she brushed the thought away and gave a sheepish grin.] Besides… you look like you could use a, uh… a drinking buddy.

[luke-rege]

[His brow furrowed at her words. They were still at the door -- he was unsure of letting her in -- so he leaned against the door-frame partially blocking her entrance.] Didn't actually expect you to take it, Johnson. And I drink by myself all the time; I don't need anyone to do it with me.

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[Lucy left her room after her roommate, and for all she knew everybody, had left the house for the dance. She relaxed against the door with a small sigh as her eyes looked down the hall at a door she had attempted to avoid all week. After kicking herself off the door, she nearly stumbled down the hall and knocked on the door.]

Luke? C’mon, open up. It’s Lucy.

[luke-rege]

[He'd been nursing a bottle of vodka all by himself for a while now, completely convinced that the girl whose image had been knocking around his head lately wasn't coming. Johnson goes to balls, not bad guys's rooms. Why had he even been thinking about her? No reason. He shook his head and settled more comfortably on his bed, his arm behind his head -- until there was a knock at the door and a soft, girly voice called his name. Luke barely managed to shake off the surprise before he opened the door, still looking a bit far off.]

What are you doing here?

[luke-rege]

Well I... I mean, there might be booze there? That's... something...

Something I can get right in my room. Listen Johnson, I don't do the lame school dance thing, but if it's booze you're after... Well, you do know where I am.

I'm not expecting you to take it, but the offer's there. 

[luke-rege]

Hey, Luke? Um... Would you... I mean, if you have the time, can you... [squeezes eyes shut with a sigh before blurting out] Will you go to the dance with me?

What makes you think I want to go to this stupid dance?

[luke-rege]

What.

[callmejune-deactivated20220527]

Aww does the wittle boy not want to sociawize? Is he a wittle cwanky? Maybe he needs a nap.

[luke-rege]

That doesn't even merit a response.

[luke-rege]

What.

[callmejune-deactivated20220527]

Can’t say as I have ever visited there, no. But no it doesn’t sound comfortable.

[luke-rege]

Then it's not my type of place. Case closed. Sod off now.

[luke-rege]

Barmy finally lost it.

What's all this Valentine's Day crap? This shithole looks pretty much like a whorehouse with all the PDA wherever you look.

I mean, I love a good fuck just as much as the next person, but I keep it out of the public eye, for shit's sake.

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§ aaaaand ø

i swear to god…

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The light began to shine through the windows, shielded only a little by the curtains hanging in front of them. Lucy laid with just a shirt and undergarments on, and the shirt smelled heavily of Luke’s cologne. She turned so she could bring her legs over the bed, stretching briefly and rubbing her eyes to wake herself up after a yawn. When she glanced over her shoulder, Luke laid shirtless with his legs entangled in the covers. She attempted not to giggle at how content and peaceful he appeared whilst sleeping.

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[luke-rege]

What.

[wendysiskin]

Oh, don’t you worry, I’ve got my whole youth ahead of me.

Yes, it does look to me that way.

[luke-rege]

Good for you.

Then you're either unbelievably blind of pitifully stupid. Neither are my problem though, so if you would just head out...

[luke-rege]

What.

[kelpiekhloe-deactivated20140803]

Calm down, fiesty pants. Just came to say hi to my least favorite person. [smirks]

[luke-rege]

Generally, people avoid their least favourite person; it's how it works.. Why you think doing the opposite has any logic, I don't really care to know.

[luke-rege]

What.

[vaingloriously-valerie-blog]

Because you’re in my way.

And consequently, it’s got me amused with how brooding you look.

[luke-rege]

Sucks to be you, then.

Brooding? I'm not a pathetic teenager with angst or whatever shit they go through.

[luke-rege]

What.

[gumiho-jieun-blog]

And what is yours? Apart from the obvious.

[luke-rege]

This time? [thinks for a moment before replying] Your face, I think. It just... disturbs me and puts me in a sour mood.