you’re just balls deep in bad decisions, aren’t you?
( – ask meme | prompts – ) OPEN
There was a hammer pounding hard on the inside of his skill as Lucien tried to comprehend what Malloy had just said. The other man rummaged around the room, shoving things into a duffel bag, slamming drawers closed as he went. The sheets had been pulled from the corners of the mattress the night before and they clung to his back when he tried to sit up. “What are you doing in here?” Lucien managed to ask. Words didn’t come easily through the fog of his hang over nor the desert that had taken over his mouth at some point during the night. He rubbed his eyes with the balls of his hands and opened them in time to see his shirt from the night before plucked out of the floor and flung in his face.
“Cleaning up your mess.” Every word Malloy’s stern brogue sent a painful pulse over Lucien’s body. His hand swept across the bed, an accusing finger pointing to the pale body that laid beside him. Long tangled brown hair hid the face from view but Lucien vaguely remembered a square jaw and a devilish smile that had captivated him the night before. “This,” he hissed, “is why you don’t get your own room.”
Lucien nudged the man with his knee, wondering how he’d managed to sleep through Hurricane Malloy. He didn’t budge. “Up and at ‘em man. We’re being evicted.”
“Don’t bother,” Malloy growled, tossing something onto the foot of the hotel bed. “He’s done. So we gotta get outta here.” Lucien’s eyes landed on the needle. His hand brushed back a curtain of hair. His skin was cold, vomit spewed across the pillow in front of him.
“We can’t just leave him…” Lucien started to object, but the words stopped in his throat when he looked up to see the manic fire behind Malloy’s eyes, staring him down. Lucien’s shoulders slouched and, obediently, he pulled his shirt over his head.
