Closet Freak || Elizabeth&Nik
Nik sat in his office underground, in the Strix HQ. Usually by this time he had been making his way home, to check on his dogs, before heading into Pandemonium. But work had him staying at his second job later than usual. Papers littered almost every inch of space he had, city plans, blue prints, photos of known Royals and their associates. He was pinpointing business and residencies with Royal ties, trying to make plans to gather some more intel. He tried to stay one step in front of his enemies, but Nik understood he lived in a world of chaos and not much could be controlled, but things could be planned for said chaos that ensued. Placing some of his more important documents in his safe that sat open in the wall, he swapped them for some others, and placed them out on the table. Typing some notes on his laptop, he groaned slightly as the pain worsened in his neck. He had been staring at his computer all day, first at Taylor Motors, and then here, he had been grateful that wasn't usually required at Pandemonium.No, Pandemonium required socializing, and micromanaging his managers.
Deciding to take a break, he threw his pencil down on his desk and walked over to the small liquor cabinet in his office. Grabbing a glass, he poured himself a whiskey, swallowing it in one large gulp. Rubbing his stiff neck with his left hand, he used his right to pour himself another beverage. Placing the cork back into the Knappogue Castle 51 bottle he heard a knock on his open office door before turning slightly, to look over his shoulder. He had expected his brother, or perhaps Reagan not Elizabeth. Though, he hardly knew what to expect when it came to Elizabeth Rogers. He was still trying to figure that out, the real her anyway, he might have garnered random extrapolations from their meetings, the conversations that ensued insinuated certain things but he was still curious to figure her out. “Elizabeth.” His tone conveyed slight surprise. “What brings you to my dark corner of HQ?”
