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Revival Starters

The question seemed to come out of nowhere, making Elinor stop what she was doing temporarily to look over at the other woman.  They hadn’t known each other long but they already seemed to be getting close.  In the past, she’d known people to wonder why she was a loner but no one ever had the courage to ask out loud.  Yet this pathetic, human girl did. 

“No?”Lukas chuckled, arms folded over his chest. “we’re both seeing blood aren’t we? you maybe in a more humane and strategic way. Still, you are your own breed of monster.” He approached the man, smirk firmly in place. “Cop though? Great cover.”

Lukas looked at Kat with the utmost pity. Dark eyes staring at the crumpled heap at his feet. She had tried to get lean, or so he was told, and yet there was. Discarded paraphernalia scattered around her as clear evidence she had lied.

“Look at yourself, Kathryn, you’re a mess. Even now you couldn’t keep it at bay. What makes you think you don’t need help?”

He sighed, expression softening just a tad, reaching his hand out to her though he was deanding more than asking. 

“”Come on. we’re going to get you cleaned up.”

                 DRUNK. FADED -- OR MAYBE JUST FUCKING WASTED. Another successful night of partying, too many shots, and bit of white powder that had them flying. White Girl to get up, and alcohol to get them to slow. His vision was slurred, his mind fucked, but his arm was around her, her body curled against his. They knew each other relatively well, the same circle of parties that ended in exchanged numbers and drunken teammates to fight the other in drinking games that they were well versed in. Stumbling into a corner, they were laughing, her head tilted back at the lewd joke that he made.