spec ops.

roman hartonen. finnish monster. they say it was my fault i lost my sister in the departure. it's probably true.

[romanhartonen]

roxieelvin‌

“You can get arrested for sleeping in public? Shit… I didn’t know that.” Roxie’s eyes widened and she sat up straighter, avoiding slouching so that she didn’t get too comfortable again.

She picked up her own drink and took a swig - it was lukewarm thanks to the fact she’d been snoozing. It didn’t matter too much, she could get another one to take out before she left. Roxanne lifted her gaze to meet him, recalling that their last encounter hadn’t been the friendliest. She’d stuck her nose where it didn’t belong and ended up feeling frustrated when he hadn’t listened to her. “You seem in a better mood today.” She quipped. 

“Oh yeah. Mostly an anti-homeless law they got going around.”

You seem in a better mood today. Roman rolled his eyes at her comment. No, he wasn’t necessarily in a better mood, he just had to be sober and professional on the job. No one seemed to like a drunk paramedic on duty. “Yeah, because I don’t have anyone harassing me about my drinks.”

[cerendipitous]

Roxanne hadn’t slept a wink the previous night, and she could barely keep her eyes open. Thankfully, she wasn’t at work today, and was instead slumped in the comfiest chair she could find, in the cosiest coffee shop. Her head rested against the side of the chair and she doodled mindlessly in the notebook she had in her lap. She had intended to scribble down lyrics for a song she had been working on, but her mind wasn’t exactly with it. 

Closing her eyes for just a brief moment, or so she thought, she suddenly felt a hand on her arm and jumped slightly. “Hm? Oh crap, did I doze off?” She looked around for the owner of the hand, her eyes hazy with exhaustion, then did a huge yawn.

[romanhartonen]

“You know, you’d get yourself in trouble sleeping in public like that,” Roman said, holding his cup of coffee. “Some cops are assholes about sleeping in open places.”

It was strange to see the brunette out of her own workplace, and of course to be completely sober when he saw her. The hangover was pounding, but he had work to do — in about an hour. He had time to try to push his drunkness and throbbing head away with a coffee.

[romanhartonen]

carobrady‌

“I was just speaking in future tense, when you see them and can no longer resist yourself.”

"Alright, if you say so.”

[romanhartonen]

carobrady‌

“Excuse you, my nudes are premium. I administer them on my own time.”

“And we require to be in bed on occasion for them?”

[romanhartonen]

carobrady‌

“Oh, sweet summer child,” she placed a hand atop of his. “I’ll tell you about it one day, in my bed.”

“You know I’m only up for the nudes for now, right?”

[romanhartonen]

carobrady‌

“Success!” cheered Caroline, clapping to herself with laughter. “You’re getting tagged in so many memes on top of that. Wait — do you even know what they are?”

“No idea.”

[romanhartonen]

carobrady‌

“I’d just like to be able to booty-DM you in the middle of the night. Odds are you probably own an Android, like all dads, and I don’t want any of my iMessages turning up green. And calling died in 2005.”

“Alright, fine. I’ll get myself a Twitter.” While Roman was holding out for his crush on Lara, there wasn’t anything wrong with getting some action before it happened. Not that it was going to, necessarily. He figured Lara was much too good for him and he was forever trapped in that friendzone.

[romanhartonen]

carobrady‌

“If you had a Twitter or Instagram I would. But Facebook messaging nudes is extremely outdated.”

“I feel like this is borderline bribery now.”

“What exactly did you want to get on me? I can be upfront about it all.”

[romanhartonen]

carobrady‌

“Surely leaking my own nudes is easy on its own.”

“Feel free to leak them to me.”

[romanhartonen]

carobrady‌

“Fuck them. I’ll make my own blackmail and use it against myself before they can.”

“Easier said than done with them.”

[romanhartonen]

carobrady‌

“And who doesn’t need blackmail? In this century it’s essential.”

“The Remnant has enough on all of us, you know.”

“I don’t need to add any of that to it.”

[romanhartonen]

carobrady‌

“Precisely. And just so you can say you have it. You never know when it’ll be handy.”

“For blackmail, I’m guessing.”

[romanhartonen]

carobrady‌

“For a time, yes. I wear that badge proudly, but also alongside my Twitter since 2009 and Instagram since 2012 badges. We need to get you caught up.”

“What would I need either of those for? Drunk posting?”

[romanhartonen]

lara-golightly‌

“You just want me to get a heart attack, don’t you? What did I ever do to you to deserve this. And don’t say it’s because I made you watch all six seasons of Sex And The City, including the movies. That was a freaking revelation and you know I am right!“

Almost as if on instinct, Lara snuggled closer to Roman, the warmth of his body providing at least a little relief from the terror her over-imaginative brain was already putting her through without the movie even having started. “Fine, go ahead and start. But hand me Karamel Sutra Core pint first!” Lara demanded, pointing at the desired pint of ice-cream, already armed with a large spoon and ready to devour the entire thing.

“You know, I didn’t have to say it was because you made me watch all six seasons of that show. Or the movies. Because you already said it for me, Lar. You really think I loved it? Or even liked it? I’d rather go through Gilmore Girls again than that.”

Roman raised an eyebrow as soon as she demanded her pint of ice cream, before chuckling. She was hilarious as she demanded it — there was no way that Lara ever seemed threatening to him. Her being a foot shorter than he was also didn’t help much. “Alright, the princess gets what she wants,” he joked in a sarcastic tone.

[romanhartonen]

carobrady‌

“Oh, yeah, you definitely deserve that discount. Are you a MySpace veteran as well?”

“Honestly, who wasn’t?”

“I’m sure you were.”

[romanhartonen]

lara-golightly‌

“Does that mean you’re gonna let me miss a few of the scary parts?” Lara asked, still hopeful even though she knew it was a futile attempt.

After getting her blanket and the ice-cream –which surely would help her getting through this movie– she plopped down onto the couch, pulling the cover up to her chin and waiting for the horror to commence. “13 Going on 30 is a classic. Don’t you dare drag Jennifer Garner’s flawless performance through the mud.” she murmured finally before peeking at Roman, knowing the movie would start any second now.

“It absolutely does not mean that I’m going to let you miss anything,” Roman said, raising an eyebrow as she tried to get out of watching anything horror. 

Roman pulled her in closer when she sat down on the couch with him, arm wrapped around her as he tried to adjust the cover over at least himself a bit. He appreciated the closeness with Lara, even if it came at the cost of watching some crappy romantic movie. He looked down at her when she murmured at him, grinning. “It wasn’t that bad, but I sure as hell don’t enjoy it.”

[romanhartonen]

yaelxtal‌

“In the end that’s your position to make. I am not gonna sugarcoat shit for you. There is only so much longer we can cling to our crutches before it kills us. I am aware of that. Are you?” Yaël asked, fully aware that what they were doing, meeting in bars and drinking themselves into oblivion was just one of many coping mechanisms. And either of them would have to stop eventually unless they wanted to drink themselves into an early grave. Which was also not an option because who knew … their sisters might come back. Maybe. One day. Allegedly, hope dies last. “Don’t be so dramatic. And don’t give yourself too much credit. I can find another desperate sob around the next corner.”

“Trust me, I’m sure as hell aware that it’s gonna kill me. Kinda hoping, actually.” Roman didn’t want to be on Earth since the Departure. No, since Aliisa’s diagnosis. “But who knows if I want to actually get her involved with it."

Roman smirked when Yaël said that she could find someone to replace him. He liked to think he wasn’t replaceable, but who knew these days? “You could, but will they be as good as me? Be honest with yourself,  Yaël. You know the damn truth.”