only me

“Huh?” Logan looked up from the phone screen he’d been glued to since he walked into the bar, took the first empty seat, and ordered a beer. “Oh.” Surprise and recognition flickered across his face. “Hey, Prof,” he greeted with a slight nod. It was weird, seeing a professor anywhere outside of the classroom, even a former professor. Logan wasn’t in Kincaid’s class any longer, but he was certain the other would remember him, if not for his stellar grades than for his propensity for arguing in class, playing devil’s advocate in every discussion no matter the topic. Logan was also the one who’d hacked into the university’s server and changed all the questions on one of their online quizzes to memes making fun of various other students, but he’d never been busted for that one. Nor was he particularly proud of the stunt; it was amateurish, at best. All the same, it was always amusing to know something someone else didn’t. 

A crooked smile pulled at his lips – almost playful, almost sweet if you didn’t look directly into his eyes and the complete absence of warmth (there were so many things he’d learned to fake; that was not one of them). “Your class was cool and all, but I’m actually just here for the wifi, man. Sorry to disappoint.”

“And you had to sit right next to me for that premiere wifi?” Tucker couldn’t help but ask, raising one golden brow before he turned back to bartender. Drumming his fingers on the bar, he looked toward one of the televisions where SportsCenter was talking about the upcoming March Madness. He might not have felt too particularly loyal to KU’s Jayhawks but he loved the betting that came with it. Every year Tucker’s former frat brothers would create a bracket and Tucker had been the winner the past two years. He was keen on a third year.

“Just be honest, Mr. Young.” Tucker drawled as the bartender came back and handed him a plate of nachos and his beer. “If you missed me this much and wanted to be with me again, all you had to do was enroll in my five-hundred and forty class: History of Death and Dying and we could have had such wonderful conversations there.” 

He couldn’t help himself. Despite severe attitude issues and the almost undeniable fact that Logan was a nephilim judging by the energy that Tucker felt sitting by him, jolts of electric impulsiveness streaming through him, Tucker had been fond of Logan. He had been wishing for him to take another one of his classes.

The sun glinted off Tucker Kincaid’s golden skin as he strolled down Mass Street, his hands in his pockets. There was something to be said about the indecisiveness of Kansas weather. It would drop to below freezing one day and reach sixty degrees the next day. Thankfully, it was the latter today so Tucker had decided to go out instead of grading papers all day. He could only read bullshit for so long before he needed to crack open a cold one with the boys. Unfortunately, though, his former brothers were all busy so it left Tucker to brave the world alone. Plus Rog was dead so it wasn’t like he could invite anyone to out drink him. He’d remain champion another day. Still, he wandered into one of the local pubs, seeking a more lowkey night since it was just himself.

He slid onto a barstool, sighing happily at the sight of alcohol in front of him. He was even more pleased to discover that the bartender was a former student of his, one that he remembered at least. As they engaged in cheerful conversation, Tucker felt some of the hairs on the back of his neck suddenly rise as someone entered the bar and passed behind him. His smile remained fixed in place but he was increasingly aware of the person hopping onto the barstool beside him despite there being plenty of open other seats away from him. Not taking his eyes off the bartender, Tucker waited until he had put in an order for a Tank Seven and nachos to actually acknowledge the person sitting beside him. 

“You looking for me?”

Ramiel: describe a moment when you felt all was lost.

Tucker mulled this question over, wondering if he had ever truly felt a moment where all was lost. No matter the situation, even ones where he’d been beaten in combat, he’d never felt truly detached from himself. “Guess I haven’t come across anything that’s ever really made me feel that way and I’m lucky.” He looked a bit smug. “But we knew that already.”

Zahariel: do you hold grudges?

“If I get a little angry...I might.” He replied, almost sheepishly. He ran a hand through his blonde hair before rubbing at the back of his neck. He was naturally inclined to be violent but as long as Tucker was left alone, he didn’t hold too long of grudges. Roger’s death was still one he held in his breast but he had gained his revenge. Now he just breezed through life, happily ignoring both sides. “But to have a grudge, you’d have to be bothered by someone and I am not.”

Juliette: how far would you go for love?

“Love? I’d go pretty damn far for love and you know what I love more than anything else in the entire world?” Tucker mulled over the question, mouth pulling down into a frown before it slide back up into a thousand watt smile. “My life. I really love my life.” He tapped his fingers on the desk where he was being interviewed, unsurprised the mousy girl had come to his office to ask. She had stuttered through most of her questions. “You know it’s funny what I would do to keep my life how it is.” His gaze travelled away from her, toward the open window where he could hear the voices drifting upwards. When he looked at her and smiled again, it was tinged with something darker, more menacing. His blue eyes shadowed over, almost too quick to notice.  “I’d do anything to make sure my life stays as is.”

Laviah: if you could spend a day in the life of anyone, who would it be?

“Did we miss the part where my life is pretty fucking clutch?”

Simeon: what is a belief you would fight for?

Uriel: who or what deserves your utmost dedication?

Sloane: what little things matter the most to you?

Tucker: what does "living your best life" mean to you?

Eydie: do you consider yourself an optimist?

Juliette: how far would you go for love?

Logan: what's worse: the ugly truth, or a pretty lie?

Irene: what do you think makes you who you are?

Amalthea: how do you cope with loss?

Laviah: if you could spend a day in the life of anyone, who would it be?

Ramiel: describe a moment when you felt all was lost.

Valentina: what would you sacrifice for love? what wouldn't you sacrifice for love?

Levi: what line can never be uncrossed?