#hansstarke

[charliekeeting]

After they had composed themselves from earlier, Charlie’s drive came back full force, strong and passionate. They talked with a couple of journalists about the work they were doing outside of congress, as well as their plan to run again for the 2020 year. It was nice to feel connected, and nice to feel wanted. At the very least, they could say that confidently. Charlie was weaving through the scattered chaos of people when he took a step backward to avoid a waitress walking by with clean dishes, wanting to keep out of her way, when he felt his back hit someone behind him. 

“I’m really sorr-” he started as he turned, before looking up to realize who he had hit. Shit. Where was Amanda when they needed her. “Hans,” he finished, his smile turning sickly sweet but not quite reaching his eyes. “How are you tonight?”

[ @hans-starke​ ] 

[perseusandrews]

Percy looked down at his watch. He was where Hans had asked him to meet - more than a couple of minutes early. It was an offshoot hole-in the-wall bar he didn’t recognize, but then again, he didn’t recognize a lot of places around Washington, D.C.. He spent most of his time holed up in his room pretending he didn’t have as big of a problem as he worried he did. 

He tapped his toes gently, unsure if he should make his way in or just wait outside. It wasn’t until moments like this that he recognized all of his small nervous ticks, all piled up on one another. Watch, toes, eyes darting back and forth gently, as if someone was watching him. He continued the pattern until he saw Hans moving down the street. “Hans,” Percy said, probably directing a little more attention his way than he had planned to as he jumped up from the wall he was leaning on. He straightened out his jacket and moved towards the other man.

[ @hans-starke​ ] 

[isaaccdaniels]

It had been an entire 48 hours since his... Well... since he absolutely fucked up his entire life and decided it was a good idea to bring someone he actually trusted home while he was drunk. To be honest, Isaac didn’t remember most of the night. But he did remember waking up, and Sarah, and being confident that he hadn’t done anything with her. He was sitting at his desk, wracking over the events of the hours after the dinner before he picked up his phone.

OUTGOING TEXT TO: Hans Starke

     why do i colossally fuck up so much?

     no wait.

     don’t answer that you asshole.

[ @hans-starke ] 

[silassanford]

Thank God! He’s relieved to see a familiar face in the form of one Hans Starke, who was neither going to flirt with him or argue with him (neither of those things which necessarily minded, but he was in public). “Mr. Starke,” he said smoothly, sliding up next to him. He had a champagne glass in his hand and suffice to say it’s been topped up the entire time that he’s been here. “I didn’t take you much for the kind of man to come to weddings. Well, when the choice of bridesmaids is slim pickings.” 

[notalexanderward]

hans-starke‌:

Hans walked mindlessly around the halls of the high-profile building — Oil never did disappoint —, still tucking away his briefing. The voice comes out of nowhere, startling Hans, and the face of a dryer-shrunk grim reaper was enough to take him aback.

It takes Hans a second to process. Surely, the man had meant to get the receptionist’s attention, not Hans'— he spends far too much on grooming to be mistaken with Gary from the front desk.

“My boss?” Hans asks, and it’s hard to shake the sarcasm off his tone. “No, Ben van Beurden isn’t in right now; do you wanna leave a message?”

There’s a stark difference between the upcoming climbers of the hierarchy of those in government and those who could be politely described as soul-sucking parasites who undermined the fabric of the political system. Even the young lobbyists, he found, were not very humble. So he’s not quite shocked by the rude response he received, but no trace of offense found its own way on his expression. “Well, I got a tip,” he began, gently waving the manila folder in his hand, “about a possible protest being organized in front of this building in the coming weeks. Thought it might be something you boys would want a head’s up on.” “Though...” He said, as a beginning of apology. “I’m not sure I can just hand this off to you.” And it wouldn’t be good if he walked out of this place without giving up this information. “Who are you?”

[archivednicke]

@hans-starke

[ SMS : HANSEL ] : Mate. I think just broke Leon Solis. [ SMS : HANSEL ] : You owe me $10.

[isaaccdaniels]

Isaac made his way down the hallway of his apartment building. He hadn’t connected with Hans in ages, but he certainly wasn’t opposed to reconnecting with the Lobbyist.  Sure, their lives had intertwined politically, but their personal lives had taken each other in opposite and busy directions, and they hadn’t been able to catch up with each other in quite some time. Isaac straightened out his light summer coat and pushed open the revolving door heading out to the front, spotting Hans’ car waiting for him there. “Been a while, hasn’t it Starke?” he chuckles as he slides into the vehicle. “How are you, and where are we headed on this fine night?” he says, holding out his hand for a casually friendly handshake. 

[ @hans-starke​ ] 

[charliekeeting]

hans-starke‌:

Hans rolls his eyes. Preaching to the choir, bud. “Right.” He sighs. “Same game, different rules. Doesn’t pay off that well.”

The sky can only handle Hans’s gaze ever so often. His eyes roll up toward it, yet again, and his skin feels tight. Even if he does understand and believe in what Charlie is saying, there’s no excuse for his approach. Dated, boring, the sugar seeping off of it like it’s poison. He could almost be sick. “Lining up. Right. So this is why you’re winning?” His head snaps back at Charlie then, expectant. There’s no arguing against numbers. “Feel free to lie to yourself, but don’t do it others. It’s… unethical.” He smiles, knowing damn well what that word is closely related to. Himself. “By all means keep that mentality, babe. I thrive off of it.”

"Just because I don’t have all of your Oil Industry barking up my tree doesn’t mean I don’t have research funding. People don’t actually need you to personally sign their paycheques and projects, Hans,” he said. “I don’t need your approval,” he said, voice cutting a little deeper, nearing ever so close to breaking, but he kept his voice calm, brought himself back down. 

He wasn’t going to say it, had kept it bottled for longer than he can remember, but he felt it slip out, his voice meek, more vulnerable than he had been since things... well... “When is it going to hit you that playing dirty means hurting people?”

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