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@spencer-knight
Downing the rest of her drink Kimberly smirked but her features seemed off, contorted into a morbid smile as she swallowed. Ordering another she looked to Spencer her words slurring slightly āWhat a shame that would beā¦ā
"For fuck's sake," Spencer muttered, sliding off his stool and grabbing her arm. He yanked Kimberly out of her spot, steadying her with his own unsteady hands. "You're going home."
She swallowed, her eyes rolling back in her head as the pain filled her limbs. Sheād been rationing, ever since her run in at the store and it was quickly catching up with her but she couldnāt take any chances āWorried?ā
"Please," Spencer said with a scoff, rolling his eyes before taking another drink. "I'd rather just not have to deal with the cool down in the market that would result after your death and autopsy."
"What are you fuckinā talkināĀ about?ā Still in his dozed haze, the other manās ramblings seemed meaningless. āWhat do you think Iām indulginā on? Sleep?ā His brow furrowed in confusion and irritation.
"Booze, mostly. From what I can tell." He wondered, if he turned on the light and could see more than what the small window to the hallways provided, if he'd see bottles lined up somewhere. "I was wondering if you were into more."
Even if Hannah knew she wasnāt technically allowed inside, it went without saying that just being a Tate got her into many of the restricted parts of The Hub, even if she wasnāt proud to admit it; it wasnāt something she ever bragged of. Slowly walking in, she quietly took a seat at the bar, ordering a soda as she looked to her right, smiling at the older guy. āRough day?āĀ
The words addressed to him registered slowly in Spencer's head, inching his head around to look at the small blonde to his left. What was with all these young people who looked so... young? "Are you lost, little girl?"
She stumbled in her steps unsure as she made her way to the bar. Sheād been crying, her eyes blood shot and red rimmed. Sheād been up for days, picking and chewing at her hands and arms all in the hopes of distracting herself from her nightmares. From the truth in her dwindling stashed. Falling into a stool she motioned for the bartender a small smile gracing her lips as her usual was placed before her.Ā
His eyes drifted towards the girl who had all but stumbled into the spot next to him, a sneer on his face when he realized who it was. While Spencer never hadĀ thatĀ much to do with his customers out of protection for himself, he knew them all by heart, especially those like Kimberly. She was the perfect person to keep tabs on, this girl with no willpower. "You look like a fucking mess," Spencer muttered, turning back to his drink. "How have they not caught you yet?"
"Then what the fuck are you here for?" His voice still hoarse from sleep. Rubbing his eye in attempts to waken himself up, he glared at the man who welcomed himself to the Howellās home.
"You like to indulge," Spencer repeated as he looked around the room with thinly veiled disdain. "I just need to assure myself that you don't like to indulge too much or this could bite me in the ass."
Spencer didn't usually spend his nights out, preferring the solitary quiet of his lab to interacting with the banality of the common folk in The Hub. But tonight he had felt in the mood for some good old people watching as he sat in the low light of the Speakeasy, already well on his way to being drunk.
"Who the fuck needs sugar in the middle of the night?" He questioned, irriated that the man thought Cameron out of all their neighbours would oblige to the request.
"I'm not here for sugar," Spencer drawled, brushing past the boy and stepping into his place. After having moved into the Leadership quarters with his sister, every other apartment seemed so grungy. "You like to indulge."
"Itās one oāfuck in the morning. This better be important." The waking man huffed as he opened his door to the unwanted guest.
"Jesus," Spencer muttered as the door in front of him was whipped open. "Guess it's a bad time to ask for a cup of sugar."
Home (Daughter) || Spencia
"Yeah, well those muscles serve their purpose, donāt they? Little promiscuous punk. I wonder what Tula would say," she mused, rolling her eyes at the absurdity of their lives. How pointless it seemed to instill such rules, to declare right and wrong and say that this word is law. Sometimes Saskia thought of herself as Antigone, bound to her moral code beyond law of the land, but she always remembered herself and her loyalty to The Hub, and was left feeling spectacularly disappointed. "Fuck off, alright? I know I need a life. Iām just not exactly sure how to go about getting one. We canāt all be Mister Popularity."
Saskia avoided looking at Spencer though, knowing that he would worry, that he would pry. With his questioning, Spencerās voice came out stronger this time, breaching on angry, and Saskia bit her tongue, dodging eye contact with the intention of escaping the conversation entirely. Cool air assaulted her skin as he lifted her shirt, his palm warm against the exposed flesh. Saskia swallowed against the pressure of his touch against her wound, worried that heād press too hard in the heat of this moment, and exhaled, feeling it linger between them, tense in the small space they had allotted themselves. āLook, itās nothing,ā she assured him, toying with the ends of his shirt like a nervous child. āI ran into Rowan, and we had a moment of severe miscommunication. Itās over, and Iām fine, Spencer. Please donāt be mad.ā
"Promiscuous? Please. I mean, I've probably gotten with more girls than she has, but what are you going to do? Someone in this relationship has to start pleasing the female population of The Hub since the government you love to love bans that to anyone who isn't a dude who is married to her." The rules did indeed exist for a valid reason, but population building certainly didn't require such rigidity. Not that Spencer were to ever stand up in defense of an opposing view, that would be far too precarious given his already shaky ground. "And I'm hardly popular. That doesn't stop me from boring people to tears with the details of my life."
To see Saskia Knight fidget or look away was surely something that was almost entirely a sight for his own eyes, but Spencer didn't care for the privilege when it came at the cost of intimidating his sister. "This," he hissed as his fingers curled against her wrapped side, "is notĀ nothing. This is not a miscommunication, it's severely injured ribs." Spencer grabbed Saskia's jaw forcefully, making the blue eyes that matched his own meet his gaze, his hold far too rough to be gentle but just on the right side of being firm without bruising her perfect skin. Because even if he was livid, Spencer would never hurt Saskia. He couldn't bear the thought, frankly. "What the fuck did he do to you?"
Weird Science || Spencer & Luna
This shit was good, really fucking good. Sitting back against the wall with a thud of her head falling against the solid surface, Luna couldnāt be bothered to move the hair that hung in front of her face or to wipe the excess off the edge of her nostril, she barely had the energy to turn her head and stare at him, caught up in a daze of her own. Instead, Luna watched with a narrowed gaze as he dipped his finger into his mouth to consume some of his own creation, biting down on her bottom lip, finding herself more turned on that she had thought possible. Wasnāt this simply about trying out his latest drug? Well, it was, but she couldnāt resist when he offered her another hit. Reaching up, Luna twisted her grip around his wrist to bring his hand closer, taking his finger into her mouth and wiping it clean of the residue, enjoying the release it gave her. āIām obviously getting a portion of this before it goes on the market, since Iām your tester. I think itās the least you could do.ā
Definitely euphoria, definitely a nice relaxed state. Spencer smiled a little, genuinely rather than his usual smirk, and relaxed against the wall behind them as he watched her slow, heady movements, wishing he could take a picture of the Leader in such a state. He and the rest of the world were so used to her strict, daunting demeanor, it was wonderful to see her slightly unhinged. Spencer dropped his hand after she finished sucking the residue off his finger. "Of course. You're such a diligent little test bunny, you obviously deserve a treat. Besides this batch is all for testing anyway. Might as well give most of it to someone who isn't likely to OD. And favors never hurt."
Home (Daughter) || Spencia
"Shut up," Saskia rolled her eyes, tossing a book back into the pile. "You know almost as much as I do when it comes to combat. We teach each other, remember? I donāt want to hear any of this āwhoās the superior twinā bullshit because we exist in completely separate realms doing completely separate things."
This felt like the beginnings of an argument - one Saskia would much rather have avoided. It was, after all, in her best intention to remain congenial, but the conglomeration of her injury and this conversation were driving her close to a snapping point. āIām relatively distanced from the people in The Hub. I donāt participate in the black market. I have no interest in unattached sex. Iām also not part of any underground societies or hiding any sexuality issues from the government. I am the government - part of the problem and all that shit. I currently exist solely to serve my purpose, and I havenāt exactly found my way out of the parameters of that yet. So excuse me if my shopping bag isnāt full of lipstick, friendship bracelets, and Synthesia.ā
āWe used to tell each other things.ā
She wondered if that was ever true, or if their parentsā deaths had ended that, a ceasefire of ideas and promises that died that night with them. Saskia mulled it over, debated with herself over whether this was true, and exhaled, feeling the tension within herself deflate. āI already dealt with it,ā she assured him, turning so her side faced him. āIt just looks ugly,ā her hands lifted the side of her shirt, exposing the wrap around her side, which shielded the mess underneath from view. Saskia dropped her shirt back down, shrugging nonchalantly as she turned back to her work. āNothing major.ā
"So I guess you know as much as me about pharmaceutical science? No. And you always kick my ass when we spar anyway. These muscles are all for show, and you know it." Spencer looked around their new living room, wondering just why they had bothered to build such luxury suites when planning The Hub, but he supposed big egos required a lot of room. "Yes, Saskia, you're the absolute pinnacle of what The Hub was hoping to create in a solider. You're exactly what you're supposed to be and the rest of us should take a lesson."
He looked over at his sister as she let out a breath, turning to her as she exposed her bandaged abdomen to him, his jaw twitching at the sight. Saskia paid no mind though, shrugging and returning to her task. "Who did it?" Spencer demanded more than asked as he stepped forward and lifted her shirt on her own, pressing his hand against her side and back, leaving little space between them, palm running against her wrapped ribs. He hated the idea of his sister getting hurt, every mission she went on sent the normally stoic boy into a fit of nervous rage as he awaited her safe return.
OOC: What have been some of your favorite scenes to film this far?
"My favorite scenes are always with Andrew ā there's no one who bothers Spencer more than Andrew because he's both entirely attracted to him, and his openness, and disgusted at the same time. I think Spence looks down on him because he knows how serious it really is, you know? And Andrew has a total disregard for propriety. It sets Spencer off and it makes their scenes great."
OOC: What's it like working with Lyndsy on-screen? What it's like off-screen? What plots do you hope to see for the Knights in the future?
"Lyndsy's a doll. She really brings this wonderful kind of intensity to Saskia that I've tried to imitate for Spencer, but I'm not sure my efforts to leech her talent have been all that successful. We have a great time off-screen, and we have to, really, to make this bond between the characters seem real. We spend a lot of time in our trailers discussing the Knight family and creating our own backstories for them so we can both get a feel for both of them." Spencer paused for a moment as he considered his answer. "As for future plots, Spencer and Saskia will definitely have more to do with each other, which is fantastic. There's a lot of love between them, and they get along well, but there's this huge... chasm separating them that's been growing for ten years now and that's hard to avoid. It'll lead to some unresolved tension finally coming out."
ooc: Do you foresee Spencer having any real love interests in the future?
OOC: Out of your co-stars, who would be the one most likely voted to be the next President?
"Oh god," Sebastian said with a small laugh, rubbing his face as he thought. "What a terrifying prospect, don't you think? If there's one woman who could run the land of the free, it would probably be Tatiana for some reason. Even if she is technically ineligible for being a dirty Canadian."
