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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 .
❛ lukas , huh ? you look like a lukas . ❜ he grinned like it was the FUNNIEST JOKE ON EARTH . ❛ well, since we're exchanging names - i'm will . ❜
















