#roks

New Valentine's Cards!

Roks don't get it, you dumbass

Together, Hans and Roksana present as the world’s oddest couple: sharp Armani suits against the alternative vessel Roks bends forwards, back, and sideways. Good thing, they’re together only for the purpose of a plus one card. 

Before this, he’d already downed two whisky glasses back at home; with the appropriate pills to wash it down with. A short and quip bump before heading out to door, after a whispered promise to his mirrored reflection that it’ll be all. 

“You can fucking tell who the dirty ones are,” Hans says, nonchalant as though staring at clothes at a store window. “Her.” A nod toward the back of the room, to a brunette in a golden dress. “She’d do anything for a scoop, wouldn’t she? Bet there’s more skeletons in her closet than tacky metallic dresses.” And there’s a lot of those. Leaning back against the bar, blue eyes stray from the bimbo and towards Roksana. “How far would you go?”