#lustprone

     The scent to antiseptic is beginning to fill her senses. Incessant beeps continue to echo . . . and in the distance, she can barely make out what seems to be . . . an intercom calling someone? No, that couldn’t possibly be it. She must be dreaming. She must be -- “Oww...” Head pounds, forcing a hand to rise and rub at her temples. Vision begins to clear, revealing a single needle protruding through the back of her palm to provide the IV connected above. Quick notes are spotted on a white board, stating her condition, nurse assigned to her unit, the physician and -- “What . . . the hell?” 

His smirk grew the more amused he seemed to be with Harper and the situation in general. “You were playing yourself like a fiddle, suppose if I waited a few more minutes you would have came on those squeaky clean fingers of yours.” Oh her parent would love this, it was rich. Maybe finally he wouldn’t look like the villain all the time. He hadn’t asked to be stuck in the same house as her, his father of course had to be a dick and enjoy her family. It didn’t mean Atlas had to agree. “or what? Come on this is rich, I always get in trouble because of your squeaky clean lies, now look at you, moaning as your own fingers play you. Maybe your mother will finally realize that you aren’t the golden girl you were, and my father may see that he doesn’t belong with this family.” 

“Do you really have to shout out that you saw me pole dancing last night?” Edenia hissed from the other side of the library reception. During the day she worked as a library manager, but in the evening things flipped very rapidly and she pole danced in a strip club to earn some extra money. “Nobody here knows so hush up if you want me to help you.” She wasn’t the best at communicating with people, though during the day she usually put on a polite and friendly smile. “FYI this is a library, you look like you’ve wandered into the wrong building, so what can I help you with?”