ʷʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵒˣˀ

Lukas ducked his head and laughed softly. 

“Well… in all honesty I had a pretty shitty day at work. Thought I’d try and do some good for once.”

He refused to look at his hands. Despite their clean state, he was sure all he’d be able to see is blood. Would probably until he was either blackout drunk or found something new and crucial to distract his time.

Casting a grin at the man, Lukas waved down the bartender to give him whatever he liked on the Swede’s tab.

“I’m Lukas,” he said, pausing for a sip of his whiskey, “by the way.”

                                                       when   the   bartender   approached   ,   will   ordered   only   a   beer   .   that   was   all   he   was   feeling   for   now   ,   despite   the   fact   that   he   wasn't   quite   ON   CALL   yet   .   truth   be   told   ,   having   the   damned   thing   around   his   wrist   (   not   a   watch   :   more   like   a   tracking   device   )   kind   of   DISTURBED   HIM   ,   as   though   the   would   be   able   to   hear   what   he   was   up   to   ,   too   .   and   if   they   listened   in   while   he   was   a   little   too   tipsy   or   drunk   ,   who   knew   what   they'd   do   ?

                                  as   long   as   he   didn't   give   away   ANY   OF   THEIR   SECRETS   ,   he   was   golden   .   didn't   know   if   he'd   be   able   to   ,   though   .   he'd   play   it   safe   with   the   beer   .

❝        BACK  FOR  ANOTHER  LECTURE  ON  NASA   ?       or  just  another    peek    at  my    tastes    in    literature   ?        ❞     

      ›  ›    *       @alterplex   !

          turning on her heels, eyes focus on the male entering her lab seeing as he had taken a INTEREST in all of the gadgets & machines she had stalled away in areas around & in her lab. he seemed to be a intellectual, intrigued with the NOTION of anything & everything scientific.  melanie had taken the liberty to take a small PEAK into his file, read whatever she could before meeting him to avoid getting anything WRONG or assuming to much  at once. keeping her smile, hands are clasped in one another in front of her as heeled feet take a few, leisurely steps ahead. ‘ yes, ‘ she’d answered swiftly, ‘ in the FLESH anyways, not so much in the SOUL. ‘  this amused her, waiting to see how LONG it would take mr. porter to figure out WHAT SHE WAS. glowing eyes flicker upward toward him, stalling in her movements. ‘   welcome to my lab here at  alterplex. ’ there she stands, the image of a young women around the age of seventeen years old. she’d dressed casually, while her expression holds a sense of niceness, trustworthy – when you look at melanie ( madelaine ) you feel as if you can approach her. LOOKS ARE DECEIVING.

                    she was far, far out of her league there – big business corporations and the top scientists and people who really knew what they were talking about.  but avoiding such an invitation would have brought worse attention, so amiat wore her trademark versace and diamonds, and stayed out of any and all pictures.  and she had been doing quite well when a rather inebriated gentlemen came her way.

                    “ hello– ” her greeting was cut off by his face leaning in, but instead of snapping at his lack of respect for boundaries, she simply laughed. “ that’s not a greeting I’ve seen before.  what’s your name, sweetie? ”  // ♕ @alterplex from here

                                   he   was   drunk   enough   that   he   couldn't   hold   his   tongue   against   EVERYTHING   he   was   saying   ,   but   not   drunk   enough   that   he   was   stupid   .   maybe   just   a   little   bit   stupid   ,   but   not   stupid   enough   that   he   couldn’t   eventually   (   if   he   tried   REALLY   ,   REALLY   HARD   )   stop   his   thoughts   from   cascading   out   .                  ❛   my   name   ?   my   name   is   will   porter   .   technically   william   ,   but   you   can   call   me   will   .   i’m   here   with   a   few   of   the   ALTERPLEX   STAFF   .   ❜            but   they   were   somewhere   on   the   other   end   of   the   room   ,   last   he’d   checked   -               or   maybe   they’d   scattered   by   now   .

    “Oh is that how it’s going to be? First you’re late then you’re gonna fall asleep on me?” lips thin for a moment in jest, her head nods in understanding. “I’m beginning to see this as a very one sided thing.” there’s a chuckle as she takes a step forward towards him. “Well I’ll warn you, Mister Porter–If you fall asleep, I will draw on your face. I’m sorry–I don’t make the rules here.”

            her back is turned away from the entrance to the lab, hands moving at a quick pace & automatically as she, once again, had been in putting some  new information. her head is focused AHEAD, ears only tuned to the soft music that played day ‘round in her lab space. only does she STOP when she hears the familiar sound of glass doors sliding open & then closing gently behind. ‘ i see you’ve come with OUR GUEST, ‘ called a velvet, smooth voice without turning around, mind still focusing on the task asked of her. ‘ about time,  i was worried something might have happened. ‘ there’s a small laugh that leaves her lips as hands place the pad down against the table in front of her & the music is silenced. ‘ welcome, william. ‘ melanie says, turning around with a soft SMILE.

@alterplex

                       ❛ th’  same  could  be  asked  of  YOU,    don’t  ya  think  ?   ❜           voice  is  slurred  &  weighted  with  fatigue   :   she  doesn’t  care  to  sleep  ;  doesn’t  like  it  when  the  NIGHTMARES  set  in  ,  vivid  &  CRUSHING  .     nevertheless,  she  curls  into  his  warmth  ,  face  pressed  into  his  stomach &  arms  already  twined  ‘round  his  waist   .  cherry  was  already  grabbing  a  blanket  ,  BLESS  HER  CIRCUITS    —-    all  her  other  robots  already  powered  off  for  the  night  after  MAINTENANCE  .     ❛     only  if  you  turn  in  as  well   .   ❜    the  sofa  -  bed  in  her  office  was  much  better  than  falling  asleep  in  a  CHAIR  ,  anyways   .  a  pause  —  crimson  lips  parting  to  exhume  a  yawn  as  she  buries  herself  further ,  deeper  into  his  arms  until  she  swears  she’s  become  LOST.

@alterplex  from  PLEASE  DON’T  GO.

                                even   as   she   settled   into   him   ,   he   found   himself   growing   DROWSIER   ,   as   though   one   touch   from   her   ,   one   word   from   her   sleepy   mouth   ,   one   yawn   into   the   fabric   of   his   jacket   ,   made   that   fatigue   and   sleepiness   contagious   .   maybe   because   it   was   LATE   ,   anyways   ,   and   they   both   needed   their   rest   .   he'd   get   her   to   the   sofa   anyways   -              knew   she   wouldn't   be   able   to   make   it   all   the   way   to   her   home   (   OR   MAYBE   HIS   ,   even   though   he   barely   had   room   to   move   someone   else   in   :   not   when   donny   and   mia   were   living   there   too   .   TOO   AWKWARD   )   .   they   should   put   that   on   every   employees   list   of   things   they   needed   :   a   sofa-bed   .   good   for   falling   asleep   on   when   work   ran   too   late   .

     Truth be told, Sandor doesn’t like helping anyone, unless he is getting something good out of it. && furthermore, to be approached only serves to make him more weary about the situation ______ he prides himself on keeping his business quiet && intimate, && yet here this stranger stands – throwing ultimatums && asking for help.   Yet, Sandor is still skeptical, for the man offered no reward UP FRONT, which has the potential to mean that he was planning on receiving services for free. Sandor doesn’t do shit for free. 

     He stares at the man quietly, somberly, as though trying to determine his personality simply from the lines ‘cross his face or the way the man’s eyes flickered. ‘ If you want me to do shit for you, you’re gonna have to give me a good PRICE. ‘

                                  there   was   some   WEIRD   SHIT   happening   all   over   the   place   back   home   .   it   hadn't   been   a   very   long   drive   to   get   here   ,   but   it   took   the   equal   amount   of   TIME   to   find   what   he   was   looking   for   -               or   who   he   was   looking   for   ,   anyways   .   this   wasn't   in   his   goddamn   job   description   ;   but   then   ,   he   wasn't   much   a   man   who   was   EASILY   FRIGHTENED   out   of   doing   things   ,   either   .

                        so you’ve been looking, have you, will?

:*╰ ▉ ╮・゜ QUESTION   SENTENCE   STARTERS  .   ⟩⟩ ،   FILE   ╱    @ethelo  .

                               ❛   does   it   look   like   i’m   crying   ?!   ❜                  the   way   the   tears   had   gathered   at   the   corners   of   his   eyes   (   one   had   THREATENED   and   almost   fallen   straight   down   his   cheek   ,   although   he’d   caught   it   in   time   and   wiped   it   away   with   a   finger   )   ,   he   could   very   well   be   crying   .   but   ,   although   he   was   gasping   for   air   and   couldn’t   CEASE   the   painful   tautness   of   his   abdomen   and   his   stomach   in   his   stupid   laughing   fit   ,   he   still   had   a   wide   grin   on   his   face   ,   and   people   who   CRIED   didn’t   normally   have   a   wide   grin   on   their   face   .

@alterplex [X]

“Can I buy you a drink?”