惰 ᴀ.ꜱ. 惰

Alexa tucked her hair behind her ear, surveying the array of photos that she had roped this poor, unsuspecting victim into taking. Little did they know, they’d be here for a long time. It was hard to get an instagram as perfect as hers. It took patience, dedication...

Alexa was sitting on Preston’s desk—the little shit got his own desk, much to her chagrin—and in the middle of typing up some other fucker’s report he was too lazy to do. But that was fine because this was information she could easily leak later. What wasn’t fine was Preston’s incessant whining.

He’d been bothering her all day. She was still hungover, she was pretty sure. Her patience was running low—no, empty. And she had been planning on saving her ammunition from the weekend for a better time, a more convenient opportunity, but she just couldn’t help herself. “Well, you little bastard,” she interrupted without looking up, “you’re a terrible kisser.”

“you’re what’s fucking wrong with me! you push and push and push and expect me to shut the fuck up cause you can’t take what you’re dishing out!” he groans, gripping at his hair with his free hand. “you are the shittiest, most awful human being i have ever met. get the fuck out of my sight.”

“Oh, you’re one to fucking talk, you son of a bitch,” she snapped, getting ready to storm away from him. But then he told her to do just that and she knew she wasn’t going to. “No fucking way. If you don’t want to be around me, you get the fuck out of my life. You’ve got your dad wrapped around your finger, so change your fucking schedule. Don’t be such a fucking crybaby.”

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he looks up at her, and for a moment becomes unreadable. until he lashes out, grabbing alexa’s arm roughly. “you know what?” his voice is lower now, deeper. “you don’t know anything about me. and right now. you’re testing your fucking luck.” he pulls away from her, lighting up another cigarette with shaking hands. you need to calm down. 

He didn’t say anything and she held out a dollar bill with a twinkle in her eye. Good, she had him speechless- And then he grabbed her arm. “Hey-!” she shoved at his chest, furious and honestly, scared, but she covered that up with more anger. She was standing, had her bag in one hand and tossed her open wallet into it to leave the other free to slap him if necessary. “The fuck is wrong is with you, Preston?”

Luke picked up the phone, and called the first number he saw still feeling the effects of the alcohol. He waited until someone answered the phone, and then began speaking “Ayyeee, it’s Luke. It was bound to happen eventually my dude, but I finally got an underage. I don’t really know who to call. I’m broke, and did I mention don’t really know who to call.” He paused for a moment before continuing “So, like can you bail ya boi out?”

Alexa had woken up to her phone ringing off the hook, tons of people from ASP that she’d given her number to in a drunk, high stupor. They all knew she was 21 since she’d been able to show the police her real ID... and they all thought she could help them. Well, she wouldn’t. Idiots couldn’t run fast enough. She’d been caught and not caught many, many times. Didn’t mean she had any sympathy for anyone else. Especially not the ones she didn’t remember. “No, sorry. I’m hungover as fuck and I don’t know anybody named Luke, so...” she shrugged. Even though he couldn’t see her, she was sure he’d hear the gesture in her wildly apathetic voice.

“to me that just sounds like you have absolutely nothin’.” at the comment about his father, he snickers. “you’re totally wrong on that one. i’m finally in the good books- so much in fact, i could probably get him to disown you.” daddy’s little guy, jesus fucking christ. “i don’t need money, alexa. you should know that by now. we work for the same company and.. you’re an intern.” 

That didn’t make any sense. Alexa made a face, ignoring that comment. Preston in the good books? Sure, when pigs fly. And she knew she was an intern and it stung, hell, it sucked ass. She didn’t need Preston to remind her. “You might not need it, but you want it. You want to get drunk and high. And for that you need to buy drugs and alcohol. Let me help a friend out,” she said, sickly sweet.

“calling me stupid. i see we’re bringing out the big guns.” he smirks, taking another drag from his cigarette. “i evolved to survive, not please every little princess that blows my dad for a job.” of course, that was just speculation on his part. “by the way, doll. you’ll never get rid of me.” he winks, blowing smoke in her direction.

“You don’t deserve insults that I’ve spent time on.” She dismissed him with her nose wrinkled, rolling her eyes yet again. “Oh, please. If I were blowing your dad, I’d have convinced him to disown you by now. This is all thanks to my own lovely father who thinks he can threaten me with hard work.” She pulled out her wallet and looked him in the eye. “How much for you to go overdose?”