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He snorted awake, blinking rapidly to clear his vision. Something lay on his bare chest and he slapped at it. It was hard but had a bit of a give to it and crinkled like cellophane. Lukos sniffed, cleared his throat, and then blearily looked down at the pack of cigarettes that he’d fallen asleep with last night. Oh. Humming to himself in relief that it wasn’t something else, he closed his eyes again and blindly flipped open the top with practiced fingers, sifting through to find one of the white sticks within so that he could pop it between his lips. The cigarette stood erect right at first, but slumped down, sad and unlit as Lukos fell back into a doze.
Something shifted in the air. Lukos snorted again, the cigarette tipping dangerously, but managing to stay put through some miracle of leftover saliva. He blinked again, a little more awake than before and fumbled about on the mess of a nightstand for his lighter. Half sitting up on one elbow, he cleared his throat yet again and set about the serious business of focusing on the lighter’s flame and puffing a bit as the end of the cigarette flared to life. He sucked in the rush of heat and smoke, sighing as the burning hit his lungs before breathing it out again like a dragon through his nostrils and semi open mouth.
It was in that plume of gray that he lapsed back onto the pillow and finally realized what had woken him up. Lukos stared at it, not truly sure if he was dreaming or still hungover. Well, no, he was definitely hungover. Smoke followed his hand and trailed up towards the ceiling as he rubbed his throbbing forehead, squinting through the early morning sunlight that streamed through his filmy windows. “Well shit,” he croaked, and finally sat all the way up in bed. There were no blankets to push away. He’d fallen asleep with his jeans and boots still on, though where he’d abandoned his shirt he didn’t know.
There, hovering at the end of his bed, was a perfect sphere. It did nothing except reflect his haggard appearance from its mirror surface. Lukos sniffed, rubbed his nose, and waited for the moment. His hand slid beneath his pillow behind him for the loaded pistol. He sat with it between his legs that had fallen open wide, with the soles of his boots pressed together. With a single movement of his thumb, he clicked the safety off and waited for whatever the fuck this was to do something.
“Hey,” he finally said when eternity passed.
The sphere didn’t answer. It didn’t ripple or move. Lukos blew smoke at it and realized with a start that the cigarette was entirely down to the filter by then when he tried to take another puff.
“Well shit,” he said a second time and flicked it off into a corner, reaching for another one to replace it. In another plume of smoke, he got on his hands and knees, gun pressed to the bed with one hand and crawled towards the sphere. It remained stationary as he approached it and didn’t seem the least bit offended when he flicked ash at it. The ash slid off the surface and left no marks that it had ever been there.
Hmmm.
He reached back and took hold of his pillow, flinging it at the thing. The pillow bounced off harmlessly but what freaked Lukos out was that the sphere didn’t move. It didn’t rotate. It sat in midair, supported by...nothing. He passed a hand over it, under it, around all sides of it. No strings, no stand. There was no sound coming from it to indicate it had a motor of any kind, but what he didn’t understand was how the pillow hadn’t shifted it at all. If it was a drone, it should have slung sideways but it did no such thing.
Huh. He puffed on the cigarette for a while, then slid off the bed. Kicking aside dirty laundry, he moved backward through the room, towards the doorway, half expecting the sphere to follow. When it didn’t, he stepped out into the shadowed hallway, then jumped back into his doorway, like he was going to surprise the sphere into revealing something. When it continued to be real and still there, he sniffed again, a frown creasing his features.
Hmmm.
Sliding the gun into the back of his belt, he slipped his carton of cigarettes into his back pocket and patted his hip to make sure the lighter was in his pocket. Someone else needed to see this. Drumming down the stairs, he hit the cramped entryway and wrenched open the front door. Paint chips fell onto the grimey front porch that he practically leaped off of into a yard so overgrown with grass and weeds it was hard to see the dead cars everywhere. Well. They weren’t dead. He’d get to them. He just had other shit that was more important first than fixing these random projects.
From here, he could see his garage half hidden behind his piece of shit house. The door was wide open and the fluorescent lights were still on. What had he been thinking last night?? He scratched at his fuzzy belly, standing on tiptoes, squinting up at his bedroom, trying to see if he could make out the sphere from here. God dammit. It was still real.
Sighing, he turned towards an underused path through a copse of woods to his nearest neighbor’s house. Walking with arms crossed over his chest and puffing obsessively on his cigarette the entire way, he turned up on Evie’s front porch smelling like death warmed over, perfumed with smoke and motor oil still on his black jeans and boots.
“Evie?” He called, leaning to look in her front window while pounding on her front door. “Evie!”
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He snorted awake, blinking rapidly to clear his vision. Something lay on his bare chest and he slapped at it. It was hard but had a bit of a give to it and crinkled like cellophane. Lukos sniffed, cleared his throat, and then blearily looked down at the pack of cigarettes that he’d fallen asleep with last night. Oh. Humming to himself in relief that it wasn’t something else, he closed his eyes again and blindly flipped open the top with practiced fingers, sifting through to find one of the white sticks within so that he could pop it between his lips. The cigarette stood erect right at first, but slumped down, sad and unlit as Lukos fell back into a doze.
Something shifted in the air. Lukos snorted again, the cigarette tipping dangerously, but managing to stay put through some miracle of leftover saliva. He blinked again, a little more awake than before and fumbled about on the mess of a nightstand for his lighter. Half sitting up on one elbow, he cleared his throat yet again and set about the serious business of focusing on the lighter’s flame and puffing a bit as the end of the cigarette flared to life. He sucked in the rush of heat and smoke, sighing as the burning hit his lungs before breathing it out again like a dragon through his nostrils and semi open mouth.
It was in that plume of gray that he lapsed back onto the pillow and finally realized what had woken him up. Lukos stared at it, not truly sure if he was dreaming or still hungover. Well, no, he was definitely hungover. Smoke followed his hand and trailed up towards the ceiling as he rubbed his throbbing forehead, squinting through the early morning sunlight that streamed through his filmy windows. “Well shit,” he croaked, and finally sat all the way up in bed. There were no blankets to push away. He’d fallen asleep with his jeans and boots still on, though where he’d abandoned his shirt he didn’t know.
There, hovering at the end of his bed, was a perfect sphere. It did nothing except reflect his haggard appearance from its mirror surface. Lukos sniffed, rubbed his nose, and waited for the moment. His hand slid beneath his pillow behind him for the loaded pistol. He sat with it between his legs that had fallen open wide, with the soles of his boots pressed together. With a single movement of his thumb, he clicked the safety off and waited for whatever the fuck this was to do something.
“Hey,” he finally said when eternity passed.
The sphere didn’t answer. It didn’t ripple or move. Lukos blew smoke at it and realized with a start that the cigarette was entirely down to the filter by then when he tried to take another puff.
“Well shit,” he said a second time and flicked it off into a corner, reaching for another one to replace it. In another plume of smoke, he got on his hands and knees, gun pressed to the bed with one hand and crawled towards the sphere. It remained stationary as he approached it and didn’t seem the least bit offended when he flicked ash at it. The ash slid off the surface and left no marks that it had ever been there.
Hmmm.
He reached back and took hold of his pillow, flinging it at the thing. The pillow bounced off harmlessly but what freaked Lukos out was that the sphere didn’t move. It didn’t rotate. It sat in midair, supported by...nothing. He passed a hand over it, under it, around all sides of it. No strings, no stand. There was no sound coming from it to indicate it had a motor of any kind, but what he didn’t understand was how the pillow hadn’t shifted it at all. If it was a drone, it should have slung sideways but it did no such thing.
Huh. He puffed on the cigarette for a while, then slid off the bed. Kicking aside dirty laundry, he moved backward through the room, towards the doorway, half expecting the sphere to follow. When it didn’t, he stepped out into the shadowed hallway, then jumped back into his doorway, like he was going to surprise the sphere into revealing something. When it continued to be real and still there, he sniffed again, a frown creasing his features.
Hmmm.
Sliding the gun into the back of his belt, he slipped his carton of cigarettes into his back pocket and patted his hip to make sure the lighter was in his pocket. Someone else needed to see this. Drumming down the stairs, he hit the cramped entryway and wrenched open the front door. Paint chips fell onto the grimey front porch that he practically leaped off of into a yard so overgrown with grass and weeds it was hard to see the dead cars everywhere. Well. They weren’t dead. He’d get to them. He just had other shit that was more important first than fixing these random projects.
From here, he could see his garage half hidden behind his piece of shit house. The door was wide open and the fluorescent lights were still on. What had he been thinking last night?? He scratched at his fuzzy belly, standing on tiptoes, squinting up at his bedroom, trying to see if he could make out the sphere from here. God dammit. It was still real.
Sighing, he turned towards an underused path through a copse of woods to his nearest neighbor’s house. Walking with arms crossed over his chest and puffing obsessively on his cigarette the entire way, he turned up on Evie’s front porch smelling like death warmed over, perfumed with smoke and motor oil still on his black jeans and boots.
“Evie?” He called, leaning to look in her front window while pounding on her front door. “Evie!”
He snorted awake, blinking rapidly to clear his vision. Something lay on his bare chest and he slapped at it. It was hard but had a bit of a give to it and crinkled like cellophane. Lukos sniffed, cleared his throat, and then blearily looked down at the pack of cigarettes that he’d fallen asleep with last night. Oh. Humming to himself in relief that it wasn’t something else, he closed his eyes again and blindly flipped open the top with practiced fingers, sifting through to find one of the white sticks within so that he could pop it between his lips. The cigarette stood erect right at first, but slumped down, sad and unlit as Lukos fell back into a doze.
Something shifted in the air. Lukos snorted again, the cigarette tipping dangerously, but managing to stay put through some miracle of leftover saliva. He blinked again, a little more awake than before and fumbled about on the mess of a nightstand for his lighter. Half sitting up on one elbow, he cleared his throat yet again and set about the serious business of focusing on the lighter’s flame and puffing a bit as the end of the cigarette flared to life. He sucked in the rush of heat and smoke, sighing as the burning hit his lungs before breathing it out again like a dragon through his nostrils and semi open mouth.
It was in that plume of gray that he lapsed back onto the pillow and finally realized what had woken him up. Lukos stared at it, not truly sure if he was dreaming or still hungover. Well, no, he was definitely hungover. Smoke followed his hand and trailed up towards the ceiling as he rubbed his throbbing forehead, squinting through the early morning sunlight that streamed through his filmy windows. “Well shit,” he croaked, and finally sat all the way up in bed. There were no blankets to push away. He’d fallen asleep with his jeans and boots still on, though where he’d abandoned his shirt he didn’t know.
There, hovering at the end of his bed, was a perfect sphere. It did nothing except reflect his haggard appearance from its mirror surface. Lukos sniffed, rubbed his nose, and waited for the moment. His hand slid beneath his pillow behind him for the loaded pistol. He sat with it between his legs that had fallen open wide, with the soles of his boots pressed together. With a single movement of his thumb, he clicked the safety off and waited for whatever the fuck this was to do something.
“Hey,” he finally said when eternity passed.
The sphere didn’t answer. It didn’t ripple or move. Lukos blew smoke at it and realized with a start that the cigarette was entirely down to the filter by then when he tried to take another puff.
“Well shit,” he said a second time and flicked it off into a corner, reaching for another one to replace it. In another plume of smoke, he got on his hands and knees, gun pressed to the bed with one hand and crawled towards the sphere. It remained stationary as he approached it and didn’t seem the least bit offended when he flicked ash at it. The ash slid off the surface and left no marks that it had ever been there.
Hmmm.
He reached back and took hold of his pillow, flinging it at the thing. The pillow bounced off harmlessly but what freaked Lukos out was that the sphere didn’t move. It didn’t rotate. It sat in midair, supported by...nothing. He passed a hand over it, under it, around all sides of it. No strings, no stand. There was no sound coming from it to indicate it had a motor of any kind, but what he didn’t understand was how the pillow hadn’t shifted it at all. If it was a drone, it should have slung sideways but it did no such thing.
Huh. He puffed on the cigarette for a while, then slid off the bed. Kicking aside dirty laundry, he moved backward through the room, towards the doorway, half expecting the sphere to follow. When it didn’t, he stepped out into the shadowed hallway, then jumped back into his doorway, like he was going to surprise the sphere into revealing something. When it continued to be real and still there, he sniffed again, a frown creasing his features.
Hmmm.
Sliding the gun into the back of his belt, he slipped his carton of cigarettes into his back pocket and patted his hip to make sure the lighter was in his pocket. Someone else needed to see this. Drumming down the stairs, he hit the cramped entryway and wrenched open the front door. Paint chips fell onto the grimey front porch that he practically leaped off of into a yard so overgrown with grass and weeds it was hard to see the dead cars everywhere. Well. They weren’t dead. He’d get to them. He just had other shit that was more important first than fixing these random projects.
From here, he could see his garage half hidden behind his piece of shit house. The door was wide open and the fluorescent lights were still on. What had he been thinking last night?? He scratched at his fuzzy belly, standing on tiptoes, squinting up at his bedroom, trying to see if he could make out the sphere from here. God dammit. It was still real.
Sighing, he turned towards an underused path through a copse of woods to his nearest neighbor’s house. Walking with arms crossed over his chest and puffing obsessively on his cigarette the entire way, he turned up on Evie’s front porch smelling like death warmed over, perfumed with smoke and motor oil still on his black jeans and boots.
“Evie?” He called, leaning to look in her front window while pounding on her front door. “Evie!”
Evie lay on her stomach sprawled across her bed in a long, worn out, black tee-shirt that had ridden up to reveal a pair of red check tartan plaid hipster panties. Her caramel colored hair mused into a disheveled mess lay across her cheek occasionally tickling her nose as she breathed heavily out. It had been a long night out with her friends, there had been dancing and disco lights and… tequila. Lots of tequila. It was safe to say that when her head had hit the pillow she’d fallen into a deep, dreamless sleep and she was still in this deep sleep when there was a pounding at her door.
At first the noise didn’t register into her but after a minute she heard her name in conjunction with the banging. God Damnit! Her head lifted and she looked bleary eyed around the room, it was her room. Damnit. With a groan, she heaved herself off her bed still tangled in her sheets which with her still sleep induced state of mind made her wobble back and forth slamming her shoulder into her wardrobe. “Ouch.” She growled. Who was banging on her door? They better be bleeding and dying. Her head was throbbing… she was getting too old for tequila hangovers.
Not bothering to put pants on or slippers on, she wobbled out of her room and down the stairs. It was a miracle she didn’t roll down them but with a death grip on the handrail she was cursing silently. She swore if it was Karen Bumchuckle to tell her she was parked over the line into her parking spot she was going to lose it.
There was more banging and her name was called again as she stumbled her way to the door. She was a few feet from the door when she saw the familiar face looking in her window and she almost turned around and went back up the stairs to go back to bed. She would have too if she’d thought for a moment he wouldn’t have picked the lock and just helped himself.
Jerking the door open, something between a groan and a growl escaped. The sunlight hit her square in the face and she stumbled back a half a step into her door jamb. She shouldn’t have jerked the door open, and why was the sun so damned bright. Raising her hand up to shield her bloodshot eyes, she blinked her dark eyes and glared at him, “Stop yelling. What do you want?” Her voice sounded as rough as she looked. “I don’t have any more bail money… you still owe me some from last time too.” Evie sniffed, what was that smell? She sniffed again and felt bile rising up into her throat. Oh, it was nasty. What was that? Was it her?
Reaching for the black tee-shirt, she lifted it a little and gave a sniff, not bothering to hide it from the man on her porch. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. It wasn’t her. Sliding her gaze back to him, she leaned forward slightly and the smell intensified. Oh God! Somehow, she couldn’t resist sniffing again to be certain. Jerking backwards as the offensive smell assaulted her. Her head throbbing, she shielded her eyes again and moved a little motioning him to come in, “Get inside. I need coffee. God, you smell. Did they shut your water off or something, Lukos?”
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Evie lay on her stomach sprawled across her bed in a long, worn out, black tee-shirt that had ridden up to reveal a pair of red check tartan plaid hipster panties. Her caramel colored hair mused into a disheveled mess lay across her cheek occasionally tickling her nose as she breathed heavily out. It had been a long night out with her friends, there had been dancing and disco lights and… tequila. Lots of tequila. It was safe to say that when her head had hit the pillow she’d fallen into a deep, dreamless sleep and she was still in this deep sleep when there was a pounding at her door.
At first the noise didn’t register into her but after a minute she heard her name in conjunction with the banging. God Damnit! Her head lifted and she looked bleary eyed around the room, it was her room. Damnit. With a groan, she heaved herself off her bed still tangled in her sheets which with her still sleep induced state of mind made her wobble back and forth slamming her shoulder into her wardrobe. “Ouch.” She growled. Who was banging on her door? They better be bleeding and dying. Her head was throbbing… she was getting too old for tequila hangovers.
Not bothering to put pants on or slippers on, she wobbled out of her room and down the stairs. It was a miracle she didn’t roll down them but with a death grip on the handrail she was cursing silently. She swore if it was Karen Bumchuckle to tell her she was parked over the line into her parking spot she was going to lose it.
There was more banging and her name was called again as she stumbled her way to the door. She was a few feet from the door when she saw the familiar face looking in her window and she almost turned around and went back up the stairs to go back to bed. She would have too if she’d thought for a moment he wouldn’t have picked the lock and just helped himself.
Jerking the door open, something between a groan and a growl escaped. The sunlight hit her square in the face and she stumbled back a half a step into her door jamb. She shouldn’t have jerked the door open, and why was the sun so damned bright. Raising her hand up to shield her bloodshot eyes, she blinked her dark eyes and glared at him, “Stop yelling. What do you want?” Her voice sounded as rough as she looked. “I don’t have any more bail money… you still owe me some from last time too.” Evie sniffed, what was that smell? She sniffed again and felt bile rising up into her throat. Oh, it was nasty. What was that? Was it her?
Reaching for the black tee-shirt, she lifted it a little and gave a sniff, not bothering to hide it from the man on her porch. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. It wasn’t her. Sliding her gaze back to him, she leaned forward slightly and the smell intensified. Oh God! Somehow, she couldn’t resist sniffing again to be certain. Jerking backwards as the offensive smell assaulted her. Her head throbbing, she shielded her eyes again and moved a little motioning him to come in, “Get inside. I need coffee. God, you smell. Did they shut your water off or something, Lukos?”
Evie lay on her stomach sprawled across her bed in a long, worn out, black tee-shirt that had ridden up to reveal a pair of red check tartan plaid hipster panties. Her caramel colored hair mused into a disheveled mess lay across her cheek occasionally tickling her nose as she breathed heavily out. It had been a long night out with her friends, there had been dancing and disco lights and… tequila. Lots of tequila. It was safe to say that when her head had hit the pillow she’d fallen into a deep, dreamless sleep and she was still in this deep sleep when there was a pounding at her door.
At first the noise didn’t register into her but after a minute she heard her name in conjunction with the banging. God Damnit! Her head lifted and she looked bleary eyed around the room, it was her room. Damnit. With a groan, she heaved herself off her bed still tangled in her sheets which with her still sleep induced state of mind made her wobble back and forth slamming her shoulder into her wardrobe. “Ouch.” She growled. Who was banging on her door? They better be bleeding and dying. Her head was throbbing… she was getting too old for tequila hangovers.
Not bothering to put pants on or slippers on, she wobbled out of her room and down the stairs. It was a miracle she didn’t roll down them but with a death grip on the handrail she was cursing silently. She swore if it was Karen Bumchuckle to tell her she was parked over the line into her parking spot she was going to lose it.
There was more banging and her name was called again as she stumbled her way to the door. She was a few feet from the door when she saw the familiar face looking in her window and she almost turned around and went back up the stairs to go back to bed. She would have too if she’d thought for a moment he wouldn’t have picked the lock and just helped himself.
Jerking the door open, something between a groan and a growl escaped. The sunlight hit her square in the face and she stumbled back a half a step into her door jamb. She shouldn’t have jerked the door open, and why was the sun so damned bright. Raising her hand up to shield her bloodshot eyes, she blinked her dark eyes and glared at him, “Stop yelling. What do you want?” Her voice sounded as rough as she looked. “I don’t have any more bail money… you still owe me some from last time too.” Evie sniffed, what was that smell? She sniffed again and felt bile rising up into her throat. Oh, it was nasty. What was that? Was it her?
Reaching for the black tee-shirt, she lifted it a little and gave a sniff, not bothering to hide it from the man on her porch. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. It wasn’t her. Sliding her gaze back to him, she leaned forward slightly and the smell intensified. Oh God! Somehow, she couldn’t resist sniffing again to be certain. Jerking backwards as the offensive smell assaulted her. Her head throbbing, she shielded her eyes again and moved a little motioning him to come in, “Get inside. I need coffee. God, you smell. Did they shut your water off or something, Lukos?”
When he finally saw a pair of long, shapely legs stumbling down the stairs, he pulled back from the window but didn’t leave it. He stayed with one hand pressed to the glass and looked out at her yard, taking a long pull from the cigarette as he did so. His gaze rested on her car. He traced the outlines of it while he heard her stomping through the house behind him. Exhaling smoke, he blinked a few times, not totally sure if he should tell her, now that it came down to it. Out here, with the trees standing innocently off to the side, blocking his house from view, with her perfectly normal car, her driveway, her mailbox with its normalness, it was difficult to believe that there was anything weird in his bedroom.
Evie wrenched open the door and Lukos took the opportunity to flick the last of the cigarette away and blow a plume of smoke straight up, like he was a chimney. It was the only polite thing he did right at that moment. Save for not staring at her underwear. He barely registered she didn’t have pants on. His attention was still on that floating sphere and he barely understood what she was saying to him.
“I don’t have any more bail money… you still owe me some from last time too.”
“Huh?” he squinted, screwing up his face, confused for a second. Bail money? Oh. Oh. Well he didn’t have it, so it’d be a cold day in hell before she got it back. He did make a minor show of feeling around for the wallet he didn’t have on him, though he knew precisely where it was; on the nightstand. He’d lost his shirt but he damn well put his wallet in its place every night, apparently. Once he was done patting his own ass and pockets down, he lifted his hands and shrugged in an ‘oops’ that didn’t have the least bit of resemblance of an apology attached to it. Mostly a ‘tough shit’.
Evie didn’t seem to be paying him all that much attention, though. She was sniffing like a dog scenting the air. He frowned, lip snarling up, confused. What the fuck was she doing? Now was literally not the time to check if she had deodorant, he thought, as she sniffed her own shirt. Though she smelled like she looked - a barfly. So they might not be that far off from each other.
She leaned towards him and he leaned back, holding up both hands in surrender. “What the fuck are you doing, woman?” Evie jerked back in response and his gaze flattened. “Really?” he demanded then lifted his own arm to take a sniff. Ok, so maybe he needed a shower. He’d been busy. Working. A concept she should look into.
“Get inside. I need coffee. God, you smell. Did they shut your water off or something, Lukos?”
“Who pissed in your cheerios?” he asked as he proceeded past her into the house. Coffee sounded good, though, and then he remembered why he was there. How he’d even momentarily forgotten was amazing. His shoulders tensed as he reached back into the pack of cigarettes for a replacement. Mild panic overtook him because he only had five left. Shit! This had been full when he woke up. He wasn’t aware of having smoked that many. It was like they were water, just flowing away. ...He’d go into town and get more. That...yeah that’d be important.
“Coffee’s good,” he said to the offer she hadn’t actually made to him. “Listen,” he fiddled with the lighter, trying to get the flame to come back on and failing. His hand shook too badly so he gave up and just kept the unlit cigarette in this mouth as he spoke around it. “I need you to come see something-where the hell are your pants? Girl get your damn jeans on and some shoes. Hurry up, up, up.”
That up, up, up had three smacks to her ass attached to it to put an emphasis on that order. “Where’s your coffee? I’ll make it,” he said, now slinking past her. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to actually do that if he couldn’t light his fucking cigarette.
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When he finally saw a pair of long, shapely legs stumbling down the stairs, he pulled back from the window but didn’t leave it. He stayed with one hand pressed to the glass and looked out at her yard, taking a long pull from the cigarette as he did so. His gaze rested on her car. He traced the outlines of it while he heard her stomping through the house behind him. Exhaling smoke, he blinked a few times, not totally sure if he should tell her, now that it came down to it. Out here, with the trees standing innocently off to the side, blocking his house from view, with her perfectly normal car, her driveway, her mailbox with its normalness, it was difficult to believe that there was anything weird in his bedroom.
Evie wrenched open the door and Lukos took the opportunity to flick the last of the cigarette away and blow a plume of smoke straight up, like he was a chimney. It was the only polite thing he did right at that moment. Save for not staring at her underwear. He barely registered she didn’t have pants on. His attention was still on that floating sphere and he barely understood what she was saying to him.
“I don’t have any more bail money… you still owe me some from last time too.”
“Huh?” he squinted, screwing up his face, confused for a second. Bail money? Oh. Oh. Well he didn’t have it, so it’d be a cold day in hell before she got it back. He did make a minor show of feeling around for the wallet he didn’t have on him, though he knew precisely where it was; on the nightstand. He’d lost his shirt but he damn well put his wallet in its place every night, apparently. Once he was done patting his own ass and pockets down, he lifted his hands and shrugged in an ‘oops’ that didn’t have the least bit of resemblance of an apology attached to it. Mostly a ‘tough shit’.
Evie didn’t seem to be paying him all that much attention, though. She was sniffing like a dog scenting the air. He frowned, lip snarling up, confused. What the fuck was she doing? Now was literally not the time to check if she had deodorant, he thought, as she sniffed her own shirt. Though she smelled like she looked - a barfly. So they might not be that far off from each other.
She leaned towards him and he leaned back, holding up both hands in surrender. “What the fuck are you doing, woman?” Evie jerked back in response and his gaze flattened. “Really?” he demanded then lifted his own arm to take a sniff. Ok, so maybe he needed a shower. He’d been busy. Working. A concept she should look into.
“Get inside. I need coffee. God, you smell. Did they shut your water off or something, Lukos?”
“Who pissed in your cheerios?” he asked as he proceeded past her into the house. Coffee sounded good, though, and then he remembered why he was there. How he’d even momentarily forgotten was amazing. His shoulders tensed as he reached back into the pack of cigarettes for a replacement. Mild panic overtook him because he only had five left. Shit! This had been full when he woke up. He wasn’t aware of having smoked that many. It was like they were water, just flowing away. ...He’d go into town and get more. That...yeah that’d be important.
“Coffee’s good,” he said to the offer she hadn’t actually made to him. “Listen,” he fiddled with the lighter, trying to get the flame to come back on and failing. His hand shook too badly so he gave up and just kept the unlit cigarette in this mouth as he spoke around it. “I need you to come see something-where the hell are your pants? Girl get your damn jeans on and some shoes. Hurry up, up, up.”
That up, up, up had three smacks to her ass attached to it to put an emphasis on that order. “Where’s your coffee? I’ll make it,” he said, now slinking past her. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to actually do that if he couldn’t light his fucking cigarette.
When he finally saw a pair of long, shapely legs stumbling down the stairs, he pulled back from the window but didn’t leave it. He stayed with one hand pressed to the glass and looked out at her yard, taking a long pull from the cigarette as he did so. His gaze rested on her car. He traced the outlines of it while he heard her stomping through the house behind him. Exhaling smoke, he blinked a few times, not totally sure if he should tell her, now that it came down to it. Out here, with the trees standing innocently off to the side, blocking his house from view, with her perfectly normal car, her driveway, her mailbox with its normalness, it was difficult to believe that there was anything weird in his bedroom.
Evie wrenched open the door and Lukos took the opportunity to flick the last of the cigarette away and blow a plume of smoke straight up, like he was a chimney. It was the only polite thing he did right at that moment. Save for not staring at her underwear. He barely registered she didn’t have pants on. His attention was still on that floating sphere and he barely understood what she was saying to him.
“I don’t have any more bail money… you still owe me some from last time too.”
“Huh?” he squinted, screwing up his face, confused for a second. Bail money? Oh. Oh. Well he didn’t have it, so it’d be a cold day in hell before she got it back. He did make a minor show of feeling around for the wallet he didn’t have on him, though he knew precisely where it was; on the nightstand. He’d lost his shirt but he damn well put his wallet in its place every night, apparently. Once he was done patting his own ass and pockets down, he lifted his hands and shrugged in an ‘oops’ that didn’t have the least bit of resemblance of an apology attached to it. Mostly a ‘tough shit’.
Evie didn’t seem to be paying him all that much attention, though. She was sniffing like a dog scenting the air. He frowned, lip snarling up, confused. What the fuck was she doing? Now was literally not the time to check if she had deodorant, he thought, as she sniffed her own shirt. Though she smelled like she looked - a barfly. So they might not be that far off from each other.
She leaned towards him and he leaned back, holding up both hands in surrender. “What the fuck are you doing, woman?” Evie jerked back in response and his gaze flattened. “Really?” he demanded then lifted his own arm to take a sniff. Ok, so maybe he needed a shower. He’d been busy. Working. A concept she should look into.
“Get inside. I need coffee. God, you smell. Did they shut your water off or something, Lukos?”
“Who pissed in your cheerios?” he asked as he proceeded past her into the house. Coffee sounded good, though, and then he remembered why he was there. How he’d even momentarily forgotten was amazing. His shoulders tensed as he reached back into the pack of cigarettes for a replacement. Mild panic overtook him because he only had five left. Shit! This had been full when he woke up. He wasn’t aware of having smoked that many. It was like they were water, just flowing away. ...He’d go into town and get more. That...yeah that’d be important.
“Coffee’s good,” he said to the offer she hadn’t actually made to him. “Listen,” he fiddled with the lighter, trying to get the flame to come back on and failing. His hand shook too badly so he gave up and just kept the unlit cigarette in this mouth as he spoke around it. “I need you to come see something-where the hell are your pants? Girl get your damn jeans on and some shoes. Hurry up, up, up.”
That up, up, up had three smacks to her ass attached to it to put an emphasis on that order. “Where’s your coffee? I’ll make it,” he said, now slinking past her. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to actually do that if he couldn’t light his fucking cigarette.
Despite the normal house in a normal neighborhood with a normal car parked in her normal driveway out the way of her normal mailbox… She was definitely not defined by the binds of normalcy. She kept odd ours due to her work, drank too much hard liquor, ate too much takeout and danced in the moonlight… Well, only when she knew Karen Bumchuckle was on vacation. Pervy broad probably stared out her window.
At her declaration of having no more bail money, and reminding him that he still owed her from last time. It wasn’t really that surprising to see him falter for a moment and then make a show of looking for his wallet. Her dark eyes squinted him down, which was a hard thing to do when she was shorter but she managed it. Of course he didn’t have his wallet… When did he ever have his wallet on him? He was like a fucking leprechaun with his pot of gold when it came to his wallet. She was starting to think his wallet was just about as mystical too.
Except she didn’t really have time to ponder on that before the first wave of odor hit her and she started trying to locate what it was. Leaning towards him, made him lean back and hold up his hands. It’d have been gratifying to see him give up the personal space if she wasn’t so obsessed with learning where that smell had come from. ‘What the fuck are you doing, woman?’ She narrowed her gaze slightly at the phrase ‘woman’. He knew exactly how much that phrase bothered her… It sounded antiquated… like it should have ‘little’ in front of it. What was the ‘little woman’ up to now? Really! She huffed but didn’t give him the satisfaction of growling at him about it. Instead, she waved him inside her house.
‘Who pissed in your cheerios?’ He sauntered in and she slammed the door shut behind him.
“No one yet, but I’ve got the strangest feeling you are about to," She grumpily mumbled regretting having slammed the door as the echo of the bang was still rattling in her ears and behind her eyes, at least she could stop squinting into the sunlight now.
‘Coffee’s good, Listen.’ She was walking past him to move towards the kitchen to get the coffee started as he fidgeted with his lighter. Lukos was barely house broken… she wasn’t about to try and tell him he couldn’t smoke in there. Reaching out, she grabbed her coffee pot and moved to the sink where she rinsed it out and filled it. It wasn’t a new fancy one, but rather the old drip style. Call her a softie but there was something classic about dripped coffee.
‘I need you to come see something- where the hell are your pants? Girl get you damn jeans on and some shoes. Hurry up, up, up.’ The last three words were accompanied by consecutive smacks on the rounded curve of her ass and she fell still for a moment and debated turning around and breaking her coffee pot on top of his head. She would have too, except… Ugh… it would be too much work cleaning up the mess. She sighed.
“I was asleep when some maniac started banging on my door. Be glad I have underwear on, you asshole.” She growled as she set the coffee pot full of water on the counter and turned to go put her pants on. Evie wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to see whatever fucked up thing he had to show her at this time in the morning but she wasn’t in the mood to dig her heels in. “Damn straight you’ll make the coffee this morning…” She mumbled and followed with only a slightly less offended tone, “Coffee’s in the canister by the microwave there’s some whiskey in the cabinet… I think I am going to need an Irish today.” It wasn’t tequila but it was a bit of the hair of the dog that bit her. Her bare feet patted down the hall towards her stairs when she yelled back at him, “Don’t burn my house down with you cigarettes either…”
Upstairs, she’d made it to the landing before her shirt was off and tossed it into the laundry bin in the bathroom as she walked past towards her room. Inside her room she glanced around, there was a pile of clean laundry she still hadn’t put up somewhere. Finding it haphazardly dropped on her desk, she found the tee-shirt and snorted. She’d found it at Goodwill and had intended to gift it to Lukos, except… Lukos didn’t deserve any gifts. Shrugging on her matching plaid bra from the night before, she tugged on the hot pink tee-shirt that had the phrase, ‘Mechanics do it better…’, on the front. Snatching up her designer jeans and a pair of socks she put them on and found one of her Dublin river boots and was looking around for the other as she tried not to imagine just what the hell was so important for her to see at this time in the morning or what he was doing in her kitchen… if she still had a kitchen left. Lukos had to be watched like some sort of feral toddler.
Crawling around on the floor, she was looking under everything for her other boot, but it wasn’t to be found. Damn it! Grabbing the boot she had, she put it on and shuffled to the bathroom where she rinsed her mouth out with some purple Listerine and managed to scoop her chestnut hair up and into some sort of hair claw clip followed up with some deodorant and… Hell’s Bells! There was her other boot! She knew it was around here! That saved her from having to search the living room and downstairs. Evie hurriedly put it on and went down stairs… the smell of coffee drawing her from whatever sort of haze she’d been in.
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Despite the normal house in a normal neighborhood with a normal car parked in her normal driveway out the way of her normal mailbox… She was definitely not defined by the binds of normalcy. She kept odd ours due to her work, drank too much hard liquor, ate too much takeout and danced in the moonlight… Well, only when she knew Karen Bumchuckle was on vacation. Pervy broad probably stared out her window.
At her declaration of having no more bail money, and reminding him that he still owed her from last time. It wasn’t really that surprising to see him falter for a moment and then make a show of looking for his wallet. Her dark eyes squinted him down, which was a hard thing to do when she was shorter but she managed it. Of course he didn’t have his wallet… When did he ever have his wallet on him? He was like a fucking leprechaun with his pot of gold when it came to his wallet. She was starting to think his wallet was just about as mystical too.
Except she didn’t really have time to ponder on that before the first wave of odor hit her and she started trying to locate what it was. Leaning towards him, made him lean back and hold up his hands. It’d have been gratifying to see him give up the personal space if she wasn’t so obsessed with learning where that smell had come from. ‘What the fuck are you doing, woman?’ She narrowed her gaze slightly at the phrase ‘woman’. He knew exactly how much that phrase bothered her… It sounded antiquated… like it should have ‘little’ in front of it. What was the ‘little woman’ up to now? Really! She huffed but didn’t give him the satisfaction of growling at him about it. Instead, she waved him inside her house.
‘Who pissed in your cheerios?’ He sauntered in and she slammed the door shut behind him.
“No one yet, but I’ve got the strangest feeling you are about to," She grumpily mumbled regretting having slammed the door as the echo of the bang was still rattling in her ears and behind her eyes, at least she could stop squinting into the sunlight now.
‘Coffee’s good, Listen.’ She was walking past him to move towards the kitchen to get the coffee started as he fidgeted with his lighter. Lukos was barely house broken… she wasn’t about to try and tell him he couldn’t smoke in there. Reaching out, she grabbed her coffee pot and moved to the sink where she rinsed it out and filled it. It wasn’t a new fancy one, but rather the old drip style. Call her a softie but there was something classic about dripped coffee.
‘I need you to come see something- where the hell are your pants? Girl get you damn jeans on and some shoes. Hurry up, up, up.’ The last three words were accompanied by consecutive smacks on the rounded curve of her ass and she fell still for a moment and debated turning around and breaking her coffee pot on top of his head. She would have too, except… Ugh… it would be too much work cleaning up the mess. She sighed.
“I was asleep when some maniac started banging on my door. Be glad I have underwear on, you asshole.” She growled as she set the coffee pot full of water on the counter and turned to go put her pants on. Evie wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to see whatever fucked up thing he had to show her at this time in the morning but she wasn’t in the mood to dig her heels in. “Damn straight you’ll make the coffee this morning…” She mumbled and followed with only a slightly less offended tone, “Coffee’s in the canister by the microwave there’s some whiskey in the cabinet… I think I am going to need an Irish today.” It wasn’t tequila but it was a bit of the hair of the dog that bit her. Her bare feet patted down the hall towards her stairs when she yelled back at him, “Don’t burn my house down with you cigarettes either…”
Upstairs, she’d made it to the landing before her shirt was off and tossed it into the laundry bin in the bathroom as she walked past towards her room. Inside her room she glanced around, there was a pile of clean laundry she still hadn’t put up somewhere. Finding it haphazardly dropped on her desk, she found the tee-shirt and snorted. She’d found it at Goodwill and had intended to gift it to Lukos, except… Lukos didn’t deserve any gifts. Shrugging on her matching plaid bra from the night before, she tugged on the hot pink tee-shirt that had the phrase, ‘Mechanics do it better…’, on the front. Snatching up her designer jeans and a pair of socks she put them on and found one of her Dublin river boots and was looking around for the other as she tried not to imagine just what the hell was so important for her to see at this time in the morning or what he was doing in her kitchen… if she still had a kitchen left. Lukos had to be watched like some sort of feral toddler.
Crawling around on the floor, she was looking under everything for her other boot, but it wasn’t to be found. Damn it! Grabbing the boot she had, she put it on and shuffled to the bathroom where she rinsed her mouth out with some purple Listerine and managed to scoop her chestnut hair up and into some sort of hair claw clip followed up with some deodorant and… Hell’s Bells! There was her other boot! She knew it was around here! That saved her from having to search the living room and downstairs. Evie hurriedly put it on and went down stairs… the smell of coffee drawing her from whatever sort of haze she’d been in.
Despite the normal house in a normal neighborhood with a normal car parked in her normal driveway out the way of her normal mailbox… She was definitely not defined by the binds of normalcy. She kept odd ours due to her work, drank too much hard liquor, ate too much takeout and danced in the moonlight… Well, only when she knew Karen Bumchuckle was on vacation. Pervy broad probably stared out her window.
At her declaration of having no more bail money, and reminding him that he still owed her from last time. It wasn’t really that surprising to see him falter for a moment and then make a show of looking for his wallet. Her dark eyes squinted him down, which was a hard thing to do when she was shorter but she managed it. Of course he didn’t have his wallet… When did he ever have his wallet on him? He was like a fucking leprechaun with his pot of gold when it came to his wallet. She was starting to think his wallet was just about as mystical too.
Except she didn’t really have time to ponder on that before the first wave of odor hit her and she started trying to locate what it was. Leaning towards him, made him lean back and hold up his hands. It’d have been gratifying to see him give up the personal space if she wasn’t so obsessed with learning where that smell had come from. ‘What the fuck are you doing, woman?’ She narrowed her gaze slightly at the phrase ‘woman’. He knew exactly how much that phrase bothered her… It sounded antiquated… like it should have ‘little’ in front of it. What was the ‘little woman’ up to now? Really! She huffed but didn’t give him the satisfaction of growling at him about it. Instead, she waved him inside her house.
‘Who pissed in your cheerios?’ He sauntered in and she slammed the door shut behind him.
“No one yet, but I’ve got the strangest feeling you are about to," She grumpily mumbled regretting having slammed the door as the echo of the bang was still rattling in her ears and behind her eyes, at least she could stop squinting into the sunlight now.
‘Coffee’s good, Listen.’ She was walking past him to move towards the kitchen to get the coffee started as he fidgeted with his lighter. Lukos was barely house broken… she wasn’t about to try and tell him he couldn’t smoke in there. Reaching out, she grabbed her coffee pot and moved to the sink where she rinsed it out and filled it. It wasn’t a new fancy one, but rather the old drip style. Call her a softie but there was something classic about dripped coffee.
‘I need you to come see something- where the hell are your pants? Girl get you damn jeans on and some shoes. Hurry up, up, up.’ The last three words were accompanied by consecutive smacks on the rounded curve of her ass and she fell still for a moment and debated turning around and breaking her coffee pot on top of his head. She would have too, except… Ugh… it would be too much work cleaning up the mess. She sighed.
“I was asleep when some maniac started banging on my door. Be glad I have underwear on, you asshole.” She growled as she set the coffee pot full of water on the counter and turned to go put her pants on. Evie wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to see whatever fucked up thing he had to show her at this time in the morning but she wasn’t in the mood to dig her heels in. “Damn straight you’ll make the coffee this morning…” She mumbled and followed with only a slightly less offended tone, “Coffee’s in the canister by the microwave there’s some whiskey in the cabinet… I think I am going to need an Irish today.” It wasn’t tequila but it was a bit of the hair of the dog that bit her. Her bare feet patted down the hall towards her stairs when she yelled back at him, “Don’t burn my house down with you cigarettes either…”
Upstairs, she’d made it to the landing before her shirt was off and tossed it into the laundry bin in the bathroom as she walked past towards her room. Inside her room she glanced around, there was a pile of clean laundry she still hadn’t put up somewhere. Finding it haphazardly dropped on her desk, she found the tee-shirt and snorted. She’d found it at Goodwill and had intended to gift it to Lukos, except… Lukos didn’t deserve any gifts. Shrugging on her matching plaid bra from the night before, she tugged on the hot pink tee-shirt that had the phrase, ‘Mechanics do it better…’, on the front. Snatching up her designer jeans and a pair of socks she put them on and found one of her Dublin river boots and was looking around for the other as she tried not to imagine just what the hell was so important for her to see at this time in the morning or what he was doing in her kitchen… if she still had a kitchen left. Lukos had to be watched like some sort of feral toddler.
Crawling around on the floor, she was looking under everything for her other boot, but it wasn’t to be found. Damn it! Grabbing the boot she had, she put it on and shuffled to the bathroom where she rinsed her mouth out with some purple Listerine and managed to scoop her chestnut hair up and into some sort of hair claw clip followed up with some deodorant and… Hell’s Bells! There was her other boot! She knew it was around here! That saved her from having to search the living room and downstairs. Evie hurriedly put it on and went down stairs… the smell of coffee drawing her from whatever sort of haze she’d been in.
He’d followed her into the kitchen, flexing his hand and watching her ass as she roved around. The sink hissed out water and it sloshed around the basin of the coffee pot. He focused on the swirling water, nearly hanging over her shoulder as he did it. When she finally whipped around, he was a little surprised, though shouldn’t have been, at her fiery response. “I was asleep when some maniac started banging on my door. Be glad I have underwear on, you asshole.”
Taking that moment, he took the cigarette from between his lips and held it between two fingers, his hand out as a counter balance, looking at her underwear. She could have done without it, usually, so far as he was concerned, but at this precise moment, sex wasn’t on his mind. The action was habit, more than want, and he sighed at her, eyes narrowing slightly and replaced the cigarette. He was on the point of asking her to light it for him but she didn’t give him much of a chance.
She placed the pot forcefully on the counter. Water sloshed out and dripped down the side. Lukos took hold of the handle as Evie acidly affirmed that, yes, he would most definitely be making the coffee. He moved along the counter at her words as she told him where the coffee was. “You keep it in a canister?” he muttered and then moved without comment to where the whiskey was stored. “What’s wrong with keepin’ it in the damn bag?”
“Don’t burn my house down with you cigarettes either…”
At her last comment, though, he finally did turn around. He glared at her as she disappeared down the hallway. “Fuck you.” Turning his attention to doing battle with the coffee, he sniffed a bit, rubbing his nose, and tried to make his hand be still long enough to flip the canister’s latch. He could hear Evie thumping around upstairs and he thought of her as a ‘baby elephant’ like his mother used to call him. It was comforting in that precise moment to remember running through the same house he now lived in, his childhood home, and hearing his mother bellow from the couch ‘shut up, baby elephant! I can’t fucking hear the TV!’ ...ok maybe not comforting but familiar.
The canister opened with an unsatisfying pop-click and Lukos slid it across the counter to the coffee maker. With a shaking hand, he put five huge scoops into the pot, making it pretty damn strong, shut the lid after pouring in the water, and turned on the button. Evie was still thumping upstairs and his eyes raised to the ceiling as he reached into his pocket for the lighter again. Leaning his butt against the counter, he made a much more concerted effort to light his cigarette, successful this time as the alluring scent of brewing coffee filled the kitchen.
“Fucking finally,” he whispered to himself, sucking in the whoosh of heat into his lungs and sighing the smoke back out. For a moment or two, he relaxed, eyes lazily wandering her kitchen. This was so...poky country. It wouldn’t be featured in any magazine but that was probably why it was soothing to stand in. He didn’t put any whiskey in his coffee cup.. He drank straight from the bottle and then poured a healthy dose into hers.
Sighing out another exhale, Lukos removed his cigarette so he could shout. “Evie!” His bellow echoed up the stairs. “Let’s go, girl! I ain’t got all day to fuck around!” Mainly he wasn’t going back to that god damned house without her. Not that he was scared….but you know. Safety in numbers and all that…
Looking back at the counter, though, he realized that carrying mugs wasn’t going to be best so he starting rifling through her cabinets for travel mugs. Finding two mismatched ones, he sloshed her coffee into one, then his, tightened the lids, and came towards the front door. “Let’s goooooooooooooooooooo!”
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He’d followed her into the kitchen, flexing his hand and watching her ass as she roved around. The sink hissed out water and it sloshed around the basin of the coffee pot. He focused on the swirling water, nearly hanging over her shoulder as he did it. When she finally whipped around, he was a little surprised, though shouldn’t have been, at her fiery response. “I was asleep when some maniac started banging on my door. Be glad I have underwear on, you asshole.”
Taking that moment, he took the cigarette from between his lips and held it between two fingers, his hand out as a counter balance, looking at her underwear. She could have done without it, usually, so far as he was concerned, but at this precise moment, sex wasn’t on his mind. The action was habit, more than want, and he sighed at her, eyes narrowing slightly and replaced the cigarette. He was on the point of asking her to light it for him but she didn’t give him much of a chance.
She placed the pot forcefully on the counter. Water sloshed out and dripped down the side. Lukos took hold of the handle as Evie acidly affirmed that, yes, he would most definitely be making the coffee. He moved along the counter at her words as she told him where the coffee was. “You keep it in a canister?” he muttered and then moved without comment to where the whiskey was stored. “What’s wrong with keepin’ it in the damn bag?”
“Don’t burn my house down with you cigarettes either…”
At her last comment, though, he finally did turn around. He glared at her as she disappeared down the hallway. “Fuck you.” Turning his attention to doing battle with the coffee, he sniffed a bit, rubbing his nose, and tried to make his hand be still long enough to flip the canister’s latch. He could hear Evie thumping around upstairs and he thought of her as a ‘baby elephant’ like his mother used to call him. It was comforting in that precise moment to remember running through the same house he now lived in, his childhood home, and hearing his mother bellow from the couch ‘shut up, baby elephant! I can’t fucking hear the TV!’ ...ok maybe not comforting but familiar.
The canister opened with an unsatisfying pop-click and Lukos slid it across the counter to the coffee maker. With a shaking hand, he put five huge scoops into the pot, making it pretty damn strong, shut the lid after pouring in the water, and turned on the button. Evie was still thumping upstairs and his eyes raised to the ceiling as he reached into his pocket for the lighter again. Leaning his butt against the counter, he made a much more concerted effort to light his cigarette, successful this time as the alluring scent of brewing coffee filled the kitchen.
“Fucking finally,” he whispered to himself, sucking in the whoosh of heat into his lungs and sighing the smoke back out. For a moment or two, he relaxed, eyes lazily wandering her kitchen. This was so...poky country. It wouldn’t be featured in any magazine but that was probably why it was soothing to stand in. He didn’t put any whiskey in his coffee cup.. He drank straight from the bottle and then poured a healthy dose into hers.
Sighing out another exhale, Lukos removed his cigarette so he could shout. “Evie!” His bellow echoed up the stairs. “Let’s go, girl! I ain’t got all day to fuck around!” Mainly he wasn’t going back to that god damned house without her. Not that he was scared….but you know. Safety in numbers and all that…
Looking back at the counter, though, he realized that carrying mugs wasn’t going to be best so he starting rifling through her cabinets for travel mugs. Finding two mismatched ones, he sloshed her coffee into one, then his, tightened the lids, and came towards the front door. “Let’s goooooooooooooooooooo!”
He’d followed her into the kitchen, flexing his hand and watching her ass as she roved around. The sink hissed out water and it sloshed around the basin of the coffee pot. He focused on the swirling water, nearly hanging over her shoulder as he did it. When she finally whipped around, he was a little surprised, though shouldn’t have been, at her fiery response. “I was asleep when some maniac started banging on my door. Be glad I have underwear on, you asshole.”
Taking that moment, he took the cigarette from between his lips and held it between two fingers, his hand out as a counter balance, looking at her underwear. She could have done without it, usually, so far as he was concerned, but at this precise moment, sex wasn’t on his mind. The action was habit, more than want, and he sighed at her, eyes narrowing slightly and replaced the cigarette. He was on the point of asking her to light it for him but she didn’t give him much of a chance.
She placed the pot forcefully on the counter. Water sloshed out and dripped down the side. Lukos took hold of the handle as Evie acidly affirmed that, yes, he would most definitely be making the coffee. He moved along the counter at her words as she told him where the coffee was. “You keep it in a canister?” he muttered and then moved without comment to where the whiskey was stored. “What’s wrong with keepin’ it in the damn bag?”
“Don’t burn my house down with you cigarettes either…”
At her last comment, though, he finally did turn around. He glared at her as she disappeared down the hallway. “Fuck you.” Turning his attention to doing battle with the coffee, he sniffed a bit, rubbing his nose, and tried to make his hand be still long enough to flip the canister’s latch. He could hear Evie thumping around upstairs and he thought of her as a ‘baby elephant’ like his mother used to call him. It was comforting in that precise moment to remember running through the same house he now lived in, his childhood home, and hearing his mother bellow from the couch ‘shut up, baby elephant! I can’t fucking hear the TV!’ ...ok maybe not comforting but familiar.
The canister opened with an unsatisfying pop-click and Lukos slid it across the counter to the coffee maker. With a shaking hand, he put five huge scoops into the pot, making it pretty damn strong, shut the lid after pouring in the water, and turned on the button. Evie was still thumping upstairs and his eyes raised to the ceiling as he reached into his pocket for the lighter again. Leaning his butt against the counter, he made a much more concerted effort to light his cigarette, successful this time as the alluring scent of brewing coffee filled the kitchen.
“Fucking finally,” he whispered to himself, sucking in the whoosh of heat into his lungs and sighing the smoke back out. For a moment or two, he relaxed, eyes lazily wandering her kitchen. This was so...poky country. It wouldn’t be featured in any magazine but that was probably why it was soothing to stand in. He didn’t put any whiskey in his coffee cup.. He drank straight from the bottle and then poured a healthy dose into hers.
Sighing out another exhale, Lukos removed his cigarette so he could shout. “Evie!” His bellow echoed up the stairs. “Let’s go, girl! I ain’t got all day to fuck around!” Mainly he wasn’t going back to that god damned house without her. Not that he was scared….but you know. Safety in numbers and all that…
Looking back at the counter, though, he realized that carrying mugs wasn’t going to be best so he starting rifling through her cabinets for travel mugs. Finding two mismatched ones, he sloshed her coffee into one, then his, tightened the lids, and came towards the front door. “Let’s goooooooooooooooooooo!”
Yes, she kept her coffee in a canister. She wasn’t some sort of feral manchild who couldn’t appreciate a gaudy floral Pioneer Woman canister. Evie sniffed indignantly and almost told the invader of her morning time just that but when had that ever put him in her place. So she tossed her own barb out there about his cigarettes as she sashayed out of the kitchen smugly as she heard the, ‘Fuck you’. The corner of her lip lifted in amusement, not the least bit offended by his rough edges. She shouted back at him with feigned causticness as she proceeded up the stairs to get dressed, “Awww… I love you too, darling.”
Managing to get dressed, she won the battle of not crawling back into her bed and pulling the covers up over her head. Whatever Lukos wanted, he could just hold his own damn horses. He might have ordered her to go put clothes on but there was her own petty rebellion in the speed which she followed through with that order, adding in a bit of stomping and slamming things around just to drive that nail home.
It was too early to be doing this shit.
‘Evie! Let’s go, girl! I ain’t got all day to fuck around!’ She rolled her eyes and examined her nails as she closed the door to the bathroom. The smell of coffee was pulling at her though like a puppet’s strings. Damn it. “I’m hurrrrrying.” She growled down the stairs at him. Evangelina wasn’t but that was beside the point. She knew darn well that she could take just as much time as she wanted because he wanted to do something and if he could have found any other way to do it without involving her… he would have.
She was down the stairs and about to step into the kitchen when she stumbled backwards and out of the way of him and two travel mugs coming out of the kitchen. ‘Let’s goooooooooooooooooooo!’ Her hands were reaching up to relieve him of one of the cups even as he spoke.
“Where are we going?” She blinked curiously, seemingly a little more awake and she sniffed up the aroma of the coffee. “I’m hungry. Why do we have to go so early?” Taking a deep sip of the steaming hot coffee, she didn’t need any sugar or cream, just the little bit of whiskey and a strong black coffee was all that was required when she was hungover. As the magic combination slid down her throat, her eyes rolled softly backwards and a small delicious moan escaped. It was quite possibly more satisfying than sex.
Turning, she cupped her cup between both of her hands the warmth of it charging her up like a lightning cord did her phone. She moaned with another sip, she needed her purse because Lukos never had any money on him. Walking towards the front door with him she grabbed her purse and keys sitting on the hallway table under a flirty little chandelier table lamp. The air freshener took a moment to spew out the amber, leather, and rum room spray with a spew.
Rummaging around in her purse she produced a pair of aviator sunglasses and put them on as she juggled swinging her purse over her shoulder and jangled her keys and coffee cup in her other. Letting him out the door she turned around and locked the door starting towards her jeep glad that she’d put the glasses on to dull the rudely bright morning sun.
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Yes, she kept her coffee in a canister. She wasn’t some sort of feral manchild who couldn’t appreciate a gaudy floral Pioneer Woman canister. Evie sniffed indignantly and almost told the invader of her morning time just that but when had that ever put him in her place. So she tossed her own barb out there about his cigarettes as she sashayed out of the kitchen smugly as she heard the, ‘Fuck you’. The corner of her lip lifted in amusement, not the least bit offended by his rough edges. She shouted back at him with feigned causticness as she proceeded up the stairs to get dressed, “Awww… I love you too, darling.”
Managing to get dressed, she won the battle of not crawling back into her bed and pulling the covers up over her head. Whatever Lukos wanted, he could just hold his own damn horses. He might have ordered her to go put clothes on but there was her own petty rebellion in the speed which she followed through with that order, adding in a bit of stomping and slamming things around just to drive that nail home.
It was too early to be doing this shit.
‘Evie! Let’s go, girl! I ain’t got all day to fuck around!’ She rolled her eyes and examined her nails as she closed the door to the bathroom. The smell of coffee was pulling at her though like a puppet’s strings. Damn it. “I’m hurrrrrying.” She growled down the stairs at him. Evangelina wasn’t but that was beside the point. She knew darn well that she could take just as much time as she wanted because he wanted to do something and if he could have found any other way to do it without involving her… he would have.
She was down the stairs and about to step into the kitchen when she stumbled backwards and out of the way of him and two travel mugs coming out of the kitchen. ‘Let’s goooooooooooooooooooo!’ Her hands were reaching up to relieve him of one of the cups even as he spoke.
“Where are we going?” She blinked curiously, seemingly a little more awake and she sniffed up the aroma of the coffee. “I’m hungry. Why do we have to go so early?” Taking a deep sip of the steaming hot coffee, she didn’t need any sugar or cream, just the little bit of whiskey and a strong black coffee was all that was required when she was hungover. As the magic combination slid down her throat, her eyes rolled softly backwards and a small delicious moan escaped. It was quite possibly more satisfying than sex.
Turning, she cupped her cup between both of her hands the warmth of it charging her up like a lightning cord did her phone. She moaned with another sip, she needed her purse because Lukos never had any money on him. Walking towards the front door with him she grabbed her purse and keys sitting on the hallway table under a flirty little chandelier table lamp. The air freshener took a moment to spew out the amber, leather, and rum room spray with a spew.
Rummaging around in her purse she produced a pair of aviator sunglasses and put them on as she juggled swinging her purse over her shoulder and jangled her keys and coffee cup in her other. Letting him out the door she turned around and locked the door starting towards her jeep glad that she’d put the glasses on to dull the rudely bright morning sun.
Yes, she kept her coffee in a canister. She wasn’t some sort of feral manchild who couldn’t appreciate a gaudy floral Pioneer Woman canister. Evie sniffed indignantly and almost told the invader of her morning time just that but when had that ever put him in her place. So she tossed her own barb out there about his cigarettes as she sashayed out of the kitchen smugly as she heard the, ‘Fuck you’. The corner of her lip lifted in amusement, not the least bit offended by his rough edges. She shouted back at him with feigned causticness as she proceeded up the stairs to get dressed, “Awww… I love you too, darling.”
Managing to get dressed, she won the battle of not crawling back into her bed and pulling the covers up over her head. Whatever Lukos wanted, he could just hold his own damn horses. He might have ordered her to go put clothes on but there was her own petty rebellion in the speed which she followed through with that order, adding in a bit of stomping and slamming things around just to drive that nail home.
It was too early to be doing this shit.
‘Evie! Let’s go, girl! I ain’t got all day to fuck around!’ She rolled her eyes and examined her nails as she closed the door to the bathroom. The smell of coffee was pulling at her though like a puppet’s strings. Damn it. “I’m hurrrrrying.” She growled down the stairs at him. Evangelina wasn’t but that was beside the point. She knew darn well that she could take just as much time as she wanted because he wanted to do something and if he could have found any other way to do it without involving her… he would have.
She was down the stairs and about to step into the kitchen when she stumbled backwards and out of the way of him and two travel mugs coming out of the kitchen. ‘Let’s goooooooooooooooooooo!’ Her hands were reaching up to relieve him of one of the cups even as he spoke.
“Where are we going?” She blinked curiously, seemingly a little more awake and she sniffed up the aroma of the coffee. “I’m hungry. Why do we have to go so early?” Taking a deep sip of the steaming hot coffee, she didn’t need any sugar or cream, just the little bit of whiskey and a strong black coffee was all that was required when she was hungover. As the magic combination slid down her throat, her eyes rolled softly backwards and a small delicious moan escaped. It was quite possibly more satisfying than sex.
Turning, she cupped her cup between both of her hands the warmth of it charging her up like a lightning cord did her phone. She moaned with another sip, she needed her purse because Lukos never had any money on him. Walking towards the front door with him she grabbed her purse and keys sitting on the hallway table under a flirty little chandelier table lamp. The air freshener took a moment to spew out the amber, leather, and rum room spray with a spew.
Rummaging around in her purse she produced a pair of aviator sunglasses and put them on as she juggled swinging her purse over her shoulder and jangled her keys and coffee cup in her other. Letting him out the door she turned around and locked the door starting towards her jeep glad that she’d put the glasses on to dull the rudely bright morning sun.
They nearly collided but he was more prepared for her than she seemed to be for him. Half entangling their arms, he managed to shove a thermos in her hand without spilling them, though obviously the lids being securely on helped. She took a moment to inhale her coffee which had him widening his eyes at her. What did she think this was? A fucking Folgers commercial? “Where are we going?” she asked, to which he merely walked over to the door and made to open it. Her next ”I’m hungry” earned her a “Tough shit,” in response. The ”Why do we have to go so early?” had him sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose, as though of all the neighbors he could have had in the entire world, she was the most exhausting.
“Be-fucking-cause,” he sighed, ash flitting off the end of his cigarette as he spoke around it. His eyes snapped open, though, at the moaning. Squinting at her, he quirked his brows and slowly shook his head. And she called him weird. “Can we go, princess?” he demanded on her second moan. “Or did you reach your orgasm yet? Jesus.” He was practically vibrating to leave the house. Evie wasn’t of the same mind, though. She took her sweet ass time sniffing her coffee, getting her damn keys. Lukos rolled his eyes heavily at the purse but didn’t bother to try to stop her. Parting a woman from her purse was nearly as bad as wrenching an infant straight out of her arms. Where girls went, purses went.
He opened the door, at last, tried to usher her through, got ushered through himself, and waited for her to lock up by bouncing on the balls of his feet, both hands lightly tapping his thighs as he looked towards the copse of trees that separated their houses. It seemed a little weird that she was going to take her purse and just stroll through the woods, hair up, sunglasses on, looking like that in all her messy glory, like she was doing the walk of shame. Actually she might be. He didn’t know if she’d left some poor idiot up in her bedroom or not.
“Woah, woah, where are you going, sweet heart?” He reached out, snatched her by the back of her neck, and redirected her towards the woods, pointing with his free hand as he did so. He spoke out of both sides of his mouth, smoke pouring the entire time. “My house, baby doll. There’s a-” he bit back what he was about to say. She might not actually come if he told her the truth. “Something there.” Letting her go, he set a healthy pace back through the trees. Taking out his cigarette, he finally tasted some of the coffee and grimaced. He’d forgotten creamer. Oh well. Liquid courage. He drank deep gulps of it, his usually sauntering walk more of a soldier’s march at this point.
Every so often, he checked on her to make sure she was still with him. He hadn’t bothered to lock up. His front door was still standing wide open and he swallowed hard once they got nearer to the house. Leaving her side, he swung wide across the driveway, standing on tiptoes as he surveyed his bedroom window.
“Shit,” he swore under his breath, half glad and half creeped out. That mirror-like sphere was still sitting there, like a smooth disco ball. It was a little difficult to make out from here, though, as the windows appeared to have gone through some sort of dust storm, with the odd clear smudges from him looking out them from time to time. Waving her over, he waited until she was within arm’s reach, jerked her against him, and leaned down to point up at the sphere, making sure to get his arm right in her field of vision so she could use it as a pointer to follow exactly what he meant.
“That,” he said, not caring that she’d be smelling him up close, plus the smoke and coffee thrown in for added vomit inducing measure. He’d fucking shower later. Right now, that god damned thing was still in his room. “I need you to come inside and look at that.”
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They nearly collided but he was more prepared for her than she seemed to be for him. Half entangling their arms, he managed to shove a thermos in her hand without spilling them, though obviously the lids being securely on helped. She took a moment to inhale her coffee which had him widening his eyes at her. What did she think this was? A fucking Folgers commercial? “Where are we going?” she asked, to which he merely walked over to the door and made to open it. Her next ”I’m hungry” earned her a “Tough shit,” in response. The ”Why do we have to go so early?” had him sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose, as though of all the neighbors he could have had in the entire world, she was the most exhausting.
“Be-fucking-cause,” he sighed, ash flitting off the end of his cigarette as he spoke around it. His eyes snapped open, though, at the moaning. Squinting at her, he quirked his brows and slowly shook his head. And she called him weird. “Can we go, princess?” he demanded on her second moan. “Or did you reach your orgasm yet? Jesus.” He was practically vibrating to leave the house. Evie wasn’t of the same mind, though. She took her sweet ass time sniffing her coffee, getting her damn keys. Lukos rolled his eyes heavily at the purse but didn’t bother to try to stop her. Parting a woman from her purse was nearly as bad as wrenching an infant straight out of her arms. Where girls went, purses went.
He opened the door, at last, tried to usher her through, got ushered through himself, and waited for her to lock up by bouncing on the balls of his feet, both hands lightly tapping his thighs as he looked towards the copse of trees that separated their houses. It seemed a little weird that she was going to take her purse and just stroll through the woods, hair up, sunglasses on, looking like that in all her messy glory, like she was doing the walk of shame. Actually she might be. He didn’t know if she’d left some poor idiot up in her bedroom or not.
“Woah, woah, where are you going, sweet heart?” He reached out, snatched her by the back of her neck, and redirected her towards the woods, pointing with his free hand as he did so. He spoke out of both sides of his mouth, smoke pouring the entire time. “My house, baby doll. There’s a-” he bit back what he was about to say. She might not actually come if he told her the truth. “Something there.” Letting her go, he set a healthy pace back through the trees. Taking out his cigarette, he finally tasted some of the coffee and grimaced. He’d forgotten creamer. Oh well. Liquid courage. He drank deep gulps of it, his usually sauntering walk more of a soldier’s march at this point.
Every so often, he checked on her to make sure she was still with him. He hadn’t bothered to lock up. His front door was still standing wide open and he swallowed hard once they got nearer to the house. Leaving her side, he swung wide across the driveway, standing on tiptoes as he surveyed his bedroom window.
“Shit,” he swore under his breath, half glad and half creeped out. That mirror-like sphere was still sitting there, like a smooth disco ball. It was a little difficult to make out from here, though, as the windows appeared to have gone through some sort of dust storm, with the odd clear smudges from him looking out them from time to time. Waving her over, he waited until she was within arm’s reach, jerked her against him, and leaned down to point up at the sphere, making sure to get his arm right in her field of vision so she could use it as a pointer to follow exactly what he meant.
“That,” he said, not caring that she’d be smelling him up close, plus the smoke and coffee thrown in for added vomit inducing measure. He’d fucking shower later. Right now, that god damned thing was still in his room. “I need you to come inside and look at that.”
They nearly collided but he was more prepared for her than she seemed to be for him. Half entangling their arms, he managed to shove a thermos in her hand without spilling them, though obviously the lids being securely on helped. She took a moment to inhale her coffee which had him widening his eyes at her. What did she think this was? A fucking Folgers commercial? “Where are we going?” she asked, to which he merely walked over to the door and made to open it. Her next ”I’m hungry” earned her a “Tough shit,” in response. The ”Why do we have to go so early?” had him sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose, as though of all the neighbors he could have had in the entire world, she was the most exhausting.
“Be-fucking-cause,” he sighed, ash flitting off the end of his cigarette as he spoke around it. His eyes snapped open, though, at the moaning. Squinting at her, he quirked his brows and slowly shook his head. And she called him weird. “Can we go, princess?” he demanded on her second moan. “Or did you reach your orgasm yet? Jesus.” He was practically vibrating to leave the house. Evie wasn’t of the same mind, though. She took her sweet ass time sniffing her coffee, getting her damn keys. Lukos rolled his eyes heavily at the purse but didn’t bother to try to stop her. Parting a woman from her purse was nearly as bad as wrenching an infant straight out of her arms. Where girls went, purses went.
He opened the door, at last, tried to usher her through, got ushered through himself, and waited for her to lock up by bouncing on the balls of his feet, both hands lightly tapping his thighs as he looked towards the copse of trees that separated their houses. It seemed a little weird that she was going to take her purse and just stroll through the woods, hair up, sunglasses on, looking like that in all her messy glory, like she was doing the walk of shame. Actually she might be. He didn’t know if she’d left some poor idiot up in her bedroom or not.
“Woah, woah, where are you going, sweet heart?” He reached out, snatched her by the back of her neck, and redirected her towards the woods, pointing with his free hand as he did so. He spoke out of both sides of his mouth, smoke pouring the entire time. “My house, baby doll. There’s a-” he bit back what he was about to say. She might not actually come if he told her the truth. “Something there.” Letting her go, he set a healthy pace back through the trees. Taking out his cigarette, he finally tasted some of the coffee and grimaced. He’d forgotten creamer. Oh well. Liquid courage. He drank deep gulps of it, his usually sauntering walk more of a soldier’s march at this point.
Every so often, he checked on her to make sure she was still with him. He hadn’t bothered to lock up. His front door was still standing wide open and he swallowed hard once they got nearer to the house. Leaving her side, he swung wide across the driveway, standing on tiptoes as he surveyed his bedroom window.
“Shit,” he swore under his breath, half glad and half creeped out. That mirror-like sphere was still sitting there, like a smooth disco ball. It was a little difficult to make out from here, though, as the windows appeared to have gone through some sort of dust storm, with the odd clear smudges from him looking out them from time to time. Waving her over, he waited until she was within arm’s reach, jerked her against him, and leaned down to point up at the sphere, making sure to get his arm right in her field of vision so she could use it as a pointer to follow exactly what he meant.
“That,” he said, not caring that she’d be smelling him up close, plus the smoke and coffee thrown in for added vomit inducing measure. He’d fucking shower later. Right now, that god damned thing was still in his room. “I need you to come inside and look at that.”
Evie didn’t ask the question to purposefully annoy Lukos, but she was a naturally curious person who liked to express herself. It was a bit of a double edge sword. On one hand she could ask questions that could curl your sideburns; and on the other hand, she would try anything once… twice if she liked it… three times to make sure. She could drive a man insane with her questions or rock his world with her adventurous spirit.
‘Tough shit.’ The small brunette shot him a frown but didn’t argue. She had her coffee and that was what had really mattered to her. So she asked why they were in such a hurry? It was the least he could do was answer her as to why they had to be wherever he was taking to so quickly. Why couldn’t they have some damned pancakes first?
‘Be-fucking-cause.’ He sighed and Evie scowled at him and took a sip of her coffee that had her moaning in a soft sigh of ecstasy. ‘Can we go, princess?’ She pulled her attention back to him, was he going to be a grinch all day? ‘Or did you reach your orgasm yet? Jesus.’ It was her turn to quirked an eyebrow and then smiled a little wolfishly over the rim of her travel mug.
“What can I say, I like it hot, wet, with a little bit of whiskey?” She murmured lazily with a half-hearted shrug. Just as curiosity was a part of her nature so was her sensual contrariness. Trying to push Evangelina Leventi to move at anything other than the pace she wanted was the surest way to find her setting back on her heels and finding every excuse in the book to do just as she damn well pleased. Taking her time to gather her keys, her purse, glance in the mirror, put on her sunglasses… She might have been doing it just to get under his skin but they were all things that she’d have done even if she hadn’t been trying to get under his skin. The only real difference was if she wasn’t trying to get under his skin she might have done them with a bit more efficiency.
With the door locked and them moving out into her yard, she was starting towards her jeep except she was suddenly snatched by the back of her neck and redirected towards the woods. ‘Woah, woah, where are you going?’ She blinked confused. They weren’t going in her jeep? Where the fuck was so important for them to… Smoke puffed out of his mouth like someone who had chipped a hole in the back of the chimney. ‘My house baby doll. There’s a-’ She blinked again. ‘Something there.’ Tilting her head, she gave him a narrow eyed look.
“I swear to God, if you drug me out of bed to play some long, lost wife of yours again to scare your latest tramp out of your bedroom… I’m going to burn your house down.” She growled and shoved one perfectly French manicured nail into his bare chest and then shook her head and started stomping off towards the woods fully prepared to help him get rid of whatever hussy he’d picked up but he was going to owe her and pay up this time.
She wasn’t the least bit bothered by the woods… in fact, she rather liked them on days when she wasn’t a little bit hungover. There was something almost peaceful about the way the leaves crunched her feet and the small creek bubbled over as she hopped from stepping stone to stepping stone across it. It wasn’t really that long of a hike, just a couple of minutes from her house to his at a brisk walk… and briskly walking they were. When she got back home she was going to have to call the gym and get back to going to Zumba. The fact that she was already wishing she could let the button of her jeans lose was not a good sign.
His door was open, but instead of him walking straight inside to deal with the whore he was walking across the driveway and trying to peer into his bedroom window. Her eyebrows came together as she stared oddly after him. What in the hell was he doing? Was he trying to see if she was awake? Ambling over to stand next to him as he was standing on his tiptoes, she stared up at the window.
God, she wasn’t some 400 pound hippopotamus was she…? The woman was going to accidentally fall on her and squish her like a little bug. A moment of panic rose at that thought. Evie thought she heard him swear, ‘Shit’, under his breath but hadn’t registered yet what he was so focused on. He waved her closer and she made the mistake of stepping close enough for him to jerk her against him and point up at the window. His arm working like some sort of pointer.
‘That.’ She blinked again not seeing anything unusual at first and then she saw something… round. A steel sort of globe or something. What the hell was that? ‘I need you to come inside and look at that.’ The noxious odors of the whiskey and coffee and him were entirely forgotten as she twisted away from him and looked at him from over the rim of her glasses.
“Excuse me? Will you repeat that?” She drawled out slowly, raising her eyebrows. “You want me to do what?” She pulled her gaze back up to the window again and swallowed. Why couldn’t it have been a 400lb woman with a mustache? Fuck. Without another word, she swallowed the remains of her whiskey laced coffee for courage and started walking.
With long steps she covered the distance across his yard but instead of turning and heading back into the woods she turned the other way and started towards his porch. Up the steps too at a time, she barged through the open door and marched up to his room and opened the door but stopped in the doorway to stare at the sphere. What the hell had Lukos gotten himself into? Was this something to do with the government?
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Evie didn’t ask the question to purposefully annoy Lukos, but she was a naturally curious person who liked to express herself. It was a bit of a double edge sword. On one hand she could ask questions that could curl your sideburns; and on the other hand, she would try anything once… twice if she liked it… three times to make sure. She could drive a man insane with her questions or rock his world with her adventurous spirit.
‘Tough shit.’ The small brunette shot him a frown but didn’t argue. She had her coffee and that was what had really mattered to her. So she asked why they were in such a hurry? It was the least he could do was answer her as to why they had to be wherever he was taking to so quickly. Why couldn’t they have some damned pancakes first?
‘Be-fucking-cause.’ He sighed and Evie scowled at him and took a sip of her coffee that had her moaning in a soft sigh of ecstasy. ‘Can we go, princess?’ She pulled her attention back to him, was he going to be a grinch all day? ‘Or did you reach your orgasm yet? Jesus.’ It was her turn to quirked an eyebrow and then smiled a little wolfishly over the rim of her travel mug.
“What can I say, I like it hot, wet, with a little bit of whiskey?” She murmured lazily with a half-hearted shrug. Just as curiosity was a part of her nature so was her sensual contrariness. Trying to push Evangelina Leventi to move at anything other than the pace she wanted was the surest way to find her setting back on her heels and finding every excuse in the book to do just as she damn well pleased. Taking her time to gather her keys, her purse, glance in the mirror, put on her sunglasses… She might have been doing it just to get under his skin but they were all things that she’d have done even if she hadn’t been trying to get under his skin. The only real difference was if she wasn’t trying to get under his skin she might have done them with a bit more efficiency.
With the door locked and them moving out into her yard, she was starting towards her jeep except she was suddenly snatched by the back of her neck and redirected towards the woods. ‘Woah, woah, where are you going?’ She blinked confused. They weren’t going in her jeep? Where the fuck was so important for them to… Smoke puffed out of his mouth like someone who had chipped a hole in the back of the chimney. ‘My house baby doll. There’s a-’ She blinked again. ‘Something there.’ Tilting her head, she gave him a narrow eyed look.
“I swear to God, if you drug me out of bed to play some long, lost wife of yours again to scare your latest tramp out of your bedroom… I’m going to burn your house down.” She growled and shoved one perfectly French manicured nail into his bare chest and then shook her head and started stomping off towards the woods fully prepared to help him get rid of whatever hussy he’d picked up but he was going to owe her and pay up this time.
She wasn’t the least bit bothered by the woods… in fact, she rather liked them on days when she wasn’t a little bit hungover. There was something almost peaceful about the way the leaves crunched her feet and the small creek bubbled over as she hopped from stepping stone to stepping stone across it. It wasn’t really that long of a hike, just a couple of minutes from her house to his at a brisk walk… and briskly walking they were. When she got back home she was going to have to call the gym and get back to going to Zumba. The fact that she was already wishing she could let the button of her jeans lose was not a good sign.
His door was open, but instead of him walking straight inside to deal with the whore he was walking across the driveway and trying to peer into his bedroom window. Her eyebrows came together as she stared oddly after him. What in the hell was he doing? Was he trying to see if she was awake? Ambling over to stand next to him as he was standing on his tiptoes, she stared up at the window.
God, she wasn’t some 400 pound hippopotamus was she…? The woman was going to accidentally fall on her and squish her like a little bug. A moment of panic rose at that thought. Evie thought she heard him swear, ‘Shit’, under his breath but hadn’t registered yet what he was so focused on. He waved her closer and she made the mistake of stepping close enough for him to jerk her against him and point up at the window. His arm working like some sort of pointer.
‘That.’ She blinked again not seeing anything unusual at first and then she saw something… round. A steel sort of globe or something. What the hell was that? ‘I need you to come inside and look at that.’ The noxious odors of the whiskey and coffee and him were entirely forgotten as she twisted away from him and looked at him from over the rim of her glasses.
“Excuse me? Will you repeat that?” She drawled out slowly, raising her eyebrows. “You want me to do what?” She pulled her gaze back up to the window again and swallowed. Why couldn’t it have been a 400lb woman with a mustache? Fuck. Without another word, she swallowed the remains of her whiskey laced coffee for courage and started walking.
With long steps she covered the distance across his yard but instead of turning and heading back into the woods she turned the other way and started towards his porch. Up the steps too at a time, she barged through the open door and marched up to his room and opened the door but stopped in the doorway to stare at the sphere. What the hell had Lukos gotten himself into? Was this something to do with the government?
Evie didn’t ask the question to purposefully annoy Lukos, but she was a naturally curious person who liked to express herself. It was a bit of a double edge sword. On one hand she could ask questions that could curl your sideburns; and on the other hand, she would try anything once… twice if she liked it… three times to make sure. She could drive a man insane with her questions or rock his world with her adventurous spirit.
‘Tough shit.’ The small brunette shot him a frown but didn’t argue. She had her coffee and that was what had really mattered to her. So she asked why they were in such a hurry? It was the least he could do was answer her as to why they had to be wherever he was taking to so quickly. Why couldn’t they have some damned pancakes first?
‘Be-fucking-cause.’ He sighed and Evie scowled at him and took a sip of her coffee that had her moaning in a soft sigh of ecstasy. ‘Can we go, princess?’ She pulled her attention back to him, was he going to be a grinch all day? ‘Or did you reach your orgasm yet? Jesus.’ It was her turn to quirked an eyebrow and then smiled a little wolfishly over the rim of her travel mug.
“What can I say, I like it hot, wet, with a little bit of whiskey?” She murmured lazily with a half-hearted shrug. Just as curiosity was a part of her nature so was her sensual contrariness. Trying to push Evangelina Leventi to move at anything other than the pace she wanted was the surest way to find her setting back on her heels and finding every excuse in the book to do just as she damn well pleased. Taking her time to gather her keys, her purse, glance in the mirror, put on her sunglasses… She might have been doing it just to get under his skin but they were all things that she’d have done even if she hadn’t been trying to get under his skin. The only real difference was if she wasn’t trying to get under his skin she might have done them with a bit more efficiency.
With the door locked and them moving out into her yard, she was starting towards her jeep except she was suddenly snatched by the back of her neck and redirected towards the woods. ‘Woah, woah, where are you going?’ She blinked confused. They weren’t going in her jeep? Where the fuck was so important for them to… Smoke puffed out of his mouth like someone who had chipped a hole in the back of the chimney. ‘My house baby doll. There’s a-’ She blinked again. ‘Something there.’ Tilting her head, she gave him a narrow eyed look.
“I swear to God, if you drug me out of bed to play some long, lost wife of yours again to scare your latest tramp out of your bedroom… I’m going to burn your house down.” She growled and shoved one perfectly French manicured nail into his bare chest and then shook her head and started stomping off towards the woods fully prepared to help him get rid of whatever hussy he’d picked up but he was going to owe her and pay up this time.
She wasn’t the least bit bothered by the woods… in fact, she rather liked them on days when she wasn’t a little bit hungover. There was something almost peaceful about the way the leaves crunched her feet and the small creek bubbled over as she hopped from stepping stone to stepping stone across it. It wasn’t really that long of a hike, just a couple of minutes from her house to his at a brisk walk… and briskly walking they were. When she got back home she was going to have to call the gym and get back to going to Zumba. The fact that she was already wishing she could let the button of her jeans lose was not a good sign.
His door was open, but instead of him walking straight inside to deal with the whore he was walking across the driveway and trying to peer into his bedroom window. Her eyebrows came together as she stared oddly after him. What in the hell was he doing? Was he trying to see if she was awake? Ambling over to stand next to him as he was standing on his tiptoes, she stared up at the window.
God, she wasn’t some 400 pound hippopotamus was she…? The woman was going to accidentally fall on her and squish her like a little bug. A moment of panic rose at that thought. Evie thought she heard him swear, ‘Shit’, under his breath but hadn’t registered yet what he was so focused on. He waved her closer and she made the mistake of stepping close enough for him to jerk her against him and point up at the window. His arm working like some sort of pointer.
‘That.’ She blinked again not seeing anything unusual at first and then she saw something… round. A steel sort of globe or something. What the hell was that? ‘I need you to come inside and look at that.’ The noxious odors of the whiskey and coffee and him were entirely forgotten as she twisted away from him and looked at him from over the rim of her glasses.
“Excuse me? Will you repeat that?” She drawled out slowly, raising her eyebrows. “You want me to do what?” She pulled her gaze back up to the window again and swallowed. Why couldn’t it have been a 400lb woman with a mustache? Fuck. Without another word, she swallowed the remains of her whiskey laced coffee for courage and started walking.
With long steps she covered the distance across his yard but instead of turning and heading back into the woods she turned the other way and started towards his porch. Up the steps too at a time, she barged through the open door and marched up to his room and opened the door but stopped in the doorway to stare at the sphere. What the hell had Lukos gotten himself into? Was this something to do with the government?
She stilled against him and he understood from the tensing of her muscles that she’d seen it. His hand that had been resting on her shoulder slowly backed away, hovering for a second, lest she dart away, but she didn’t seem inclined to. Instead she kept looking. He straightened, still watching her face, and finally stepped aside, tipping his head down to remove his cigarette from his mouth with two fingers. He blew out, realized this was just another stub, and let it drop to the gravel drive to be ground under the heel of his boot.
“Excuse me? Will you repeat that?”
He looked over at her and rolled his eyes at the hoity toity way she had her eyebrows raised half way up her forehead so that the wrinkles nearly reached her hairline. It was the kind of look given when you’re unsure and offended. Though, Evie always seemed to be offended. However, he did absolutely need her to go up there with him. Just to make sure, sure.
“That,” he gestured sharply at the window.
“You want me to do what?”
It was at this point, if it had been any other time, that he’d have lost patience. In his mind’s eye, he could clearly see himself slapping his palms together, leaning forward a little, blinking rapidly to make sure she knew just how stupid she was being, and say loudly, ‘get your ass up there!’ Instead, what he actually did was gently put his palms together and used them to gesture towards the door, making a sort of arrow with his hands, and say with his best attempt at politeness, “To get that fine ass of yours upstairs and take a looook.”
His ‘politeness’ appeared to work a little too well. When he’d gone to get her, Lukos had used extreme caution and for some reason, assumed Evie would use the same. Fatal mistake. She charged across the yard like an angry bull elephant, drumming up the stairs, and generally acting like she might take that sphere by it’s non-existent ear and drag it back up the road where it came from, shouting at it all the while.
Lukos took off after her, with a muttered, “Aw shit.” His hand groped back behind him for the gun and he ran with its nose pointed to the ground, safety off, chamber loaded. He hadn’t shot at the thing yet but he wasn’t keen to try. His fear was that a bullet would ricochet right back at them. As Evie reached his door, he nearly twisted his entire body around hers to try and get to the door handle first but he didn’t manage it, so that when she stopped dead center of the doorway, he smacked into her, nearly firing the gun.
Now that he was back in its presence, though, Lukos felt that tingle of dread creep down his spine again. There was a presence to it but not something that he felt was alive. Almost as though it was a camera or probe of some kind. Obviously she saw it. He didn’t have to ask if she saw it. What he did do was reach around her and gently draw the door closed.
“I woke up to that thing hovering at the foot of my bed,” he whispered to her, fearing it could hear through the door. He explained to her that it hadn’t done a single thing since he’d seen it, including not wavering in the air at all when he’d flung a pillow at it. “I thought I might be drugged out or dreaming,” he finished, really wishing he was. And then, “Do you have some smokes?”
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She stilled against him and he understood from the tensing of her muscles that she’d seen it. His hand that had been resting on her shoulder slowly backed away, hovering for a second, lest she dart away, but she didn’t seem inclined to. Instead she kept looking. He straightened, still watching her face, and finally stepped aside, tipping his head down to remove his cigarette from his mouth with two fingers. He blew out, realized this was just another stub, and let it drop to the gravel drive to be ground under the heel of his boot.
“Excuse me? Will you repeat that?”
He looked over at her and rolled his eyes at the hoity toity way she had her eyebrows raised half way up her forehead so that the wrinkles nearly reached her hairline. It was the kind of look given when you’re unsure and offended. Though, Evie always seemed to be offended. However, he did absolutely need her to go up there with him. Just to make sure, sure.
“That,” he gestured sharply at the window.
“You want me to do what?”
It was at this point, if it had been any other time, that he’d have lost patience. In his mind’s eye, he could clearly see himself slapping his palms together, leaning forward a little, blinking rapidly to make sure she knew just how stupid she was being, and say loudly, ‘get your ass up there!’ Instead, what he actually did was gently put his palms together and used them to gesture towards the door, making a sort of arrow with his hands, and say with his best attempt at politeness, “To get that fine ass of yours upstairs and take a looook.”
His ‘politeness’ appeared to work a little too well. When he’d gone to get her, Lukos had used extreme caution and for some reason, assumed Evie would use the same. Fatal mistake. She charged across the yard like an angry bull elephant, drumming up the stairs, and generally acting like she might take that sphere by it’s non-existent ear and drag it back up the road where it came from, shouting at it all the while.
Lukos took off after her, with a muttered, “Aw shit.” His hand groped back behind him for the gun and he ran with its nose pointed to the ground, safety off, chamber loaded. He hadn’t shot at the thing yet but he wasn’t keen to try. His fear was that a bullet would ricochet right back at them. As Evie reached his door, he nearly twisted his entire body around hers to try and get to the door handle first but he didn’t manage it, so that when she stopped dead center of the doorway, he smacked into her, nearly firing the gun.
Now that he was back in its presence, though, Lukos felt that tingle of dread creep down his spine again. There was a presence to it but not something that he felt was alive. Almost as though it was a camera or probe of some kind. Obviously she saw it. He didn’t have to ask if she saw it. What he did do was reach around her and gently draw the door closed.
“I woke up to that thing hovering at the foot of my bed,” he whispered to her, fearing it could hear through the door. He explained to her that it hadn’t done a single thing since he’d seen it, including not wavering in the air at all when he’d flung a pillow at it. “I thought I might be drugged out or dreaming,” he finished, really wishing he was. And then, “Do you have some smokes?”
She stilled against him and he understood from the tensing of her muscles that she’d seen it. His hand that had been resting on her shoulder slowly backed away, hovering for a second, lest she dart away, but she didn’t seem inclined to. Instead she kept looking. He straightened, still watching her face, and finally stepped aside, tipping his head down to remove his cigarette from his mouth with two fingers. He blew out, realized this was just another stub, and let it drop to the gravel drive to be ground under the heel of his boot.
“Excuse me? Will you repeat that?”
He looked over at her and rolled his eyes at the hoity toity way she had her eyebrows raised half way up her forehead so that the wrinkles nearly reached her hairline. It was the kind of look given when you’re unsure and offended. Though, Evie always seemed to be offended. However, he did absolutely need her to go up there with him. Just to make sure, sure.
“That,” he gestured sharply at the window.
“You want me to do what?”
It was at this point, if it had been any other time, that he’d have lost patience. In his mind’s eye, he could clearly see himself slapping his palms together, leaning forward a little, blinking rapidly to make sure she knew just how stupid she was being, and say loudly, ‘get your ass up there!’ Instead, what he actually did was gently put his palms together and used them to gesture towards the door, making a sort of arrow with his hands, and say with his best attempt at politeness, “To get that fine ass of yours upstairs and take a looook.”
His ‘politeness’ appeared to work a little too well. When he’d gone to get her, Lukos had used extreme caution and for some reason, assumed Evie would use the same. Fatal mistake. She charged across the yard like an angry bull elephant, drumming up the stairs, and generally acting like she might take that sphere by it’s non-existent ear and drag it back up the road where it came from, shouting at it all the while.
Lukos took off after her, with a muttered, “Aw shit.” His hand groped back behind him for the gun and he ran with its nose pointed to the ground, safety off, chamber loaded. He hadn’t shot at the thing yet but he wasn’t keen to try. His fear was that a bullet would ricochet right back at them. As Evie reached his door, he nearly twisted his entire body around hers to try and get to the door handle first but he didn’t manage it, so that when she stopped dead center of the doorway, he smacked into her, nearly firing the gun.
Now that he was back in its presence, though, Lukos felt that tingle of dread creep down his spine again. There was a presence to it but not something that he felt was alive. Almost as though it was a camera or probe of some kind. Obviously she saw it. He didn’t have to ask if she saw it. What he did do was reach around her and gently draw the door closed.
“I woke up to that thing hovering at the foot of my bed,” he whispered to her, fearing it could hear through the door. He explained to her that it hadn’t done a single thing since he’d seen it, including not wavering in the air at all when he’d flung a pillow at it. “I thought I might be drugged out or dreaming,” he finished, really wishing he was. And then, “Do you have some smokes?”
People either through Evangelina into one or two categories: Cute, which seemed to be a general consensus about her from most people but there were a few who found her firmly in that second category; Scary. This was one of those scary moments as she plowed through Lukos' house and bounded up the stairs like a mother on the warpath because her children weren’t ready and the school bus was only a couple minutes out. But the moment she stepped into Lukos’ room she felt her blood drain out of her. Over the years she’d been privy to some pretty wild things but this…
The lumberjack frame of Lukos almost knocked her over as he slammed into the back of her but it was like she’d found some sort of emergency break looking at that thing and took the hit like an NFL linebacker letting him ricochet backwards from the force rather than knock her even one hair closer to whatever it was he’d gotten himself into.
They stood there for a long moment, or at least, it felt like a long moment just staring at it. She probably still would have been staring at it if his arm hadn’t came around her waist and picked her up, jerking her back and the door closed. It broke whatever spell the sinister thing had weaved on her and she rapidly blinked trying to put all of this together.
‘I woke up to that thing hovering at the foot of my bed,’ Lukos whispered. Any other time, she’d have been batting him away … or well… maybe curling up against him but right now she stood there her brain trying to grasp for anything that would be rational. ‘I thought I might be drugged out or dreaming.’ She blinked her long lashes some more. Yeah, she could see where he might have thought he was drugged or dreaming. In fact, she wasn’t too sure that she wasn’t having some sort of weird dream at that very moment. It did however, seem very unlikely that she’d have chosen Lukos as her partner in that dream… not when there were so many other choices that were better suited… Who was that actor that played Superman, again? She almost smiled at that thought. But her partner in crime yanked her back to earth with a Lukoesque question. ‘Do you have some smokes?’
Looking up at him she frowned and pressed her lips together, fighting the urge to swat him behind the head. She didn’t want a smoke right now…
Without another word, Evie spun around and without a plan in mind opened the door and lurched inside it again. “I’m going to kill it…” The rabid pixie bounded towards the flying object looking around the room for anything to destroy it with, something like a baseball bat. She’d put enough of her exe’s headlights out in the past to know how to get maximum damage with a Louisville slugger.
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People either through Evangelina into one or two categories: Cute, which seemed to be a general consensus about her from most people but there were a few who found her firmly in that second category; Scary. This was one of those scary moments as she plowed through Lukos' house and bounded up the stairs like a mother on the warpath because her children weren’t ready and the school bus was only a couple minutes out. But the moment she stepped into Lukos’ room she felt her blood drain out of her. Over the years she’d been privy to some pretty wild things but this…
The lumberjack frame of Lukos almost knocked her over as he slammed into the back of her but it was like she’d found some sort of emergency break looking at that thing and took the hit like an NFL linebacker letting him ricochet backwards from the force rather than knock her even one hair closer to whatever it was he’d gotten himself into.
They stood there for a long moment, or at least, it felt like a long moment just staring at it. She probably still would have been staring at it if his arm hadn’t came around her waist and picked her up, jerking her back and the door closed. It broke whatever spell the sinister thing had weaved on her and she rapidly blinked trying to put all of this together.
‘I woke up to that thing hovering at the foot of my bed,’ Lukos whispered. Any other time, she’d have been batting him away … or well… maybe curling up against him but right now she stood there her brain trying to grasp for anything that would be rational. ‘I thought I might be drugged out or dreaming.’ She blinked her long lashes some more. Yeah, she could see where he might have thought he was drugged or dreaming. In fact, she wasn’t too sure that she wasn’t having some sort of weird dream at that very moment. It did however, seem very unlikely that she’d have chosen Lukos as her partner in that dream… not when there were so many other choices that were better suited… Who was that actor that played Superman, again? She almost smiled at that thought. But her partner in crime yanked her back to earth with a Lukoesque question. ‘Do you have some smokes?’
Looking up at him she frowned and pressed her lips together, fighting the urge to swat him behind the head. She didn’t want a smoke right now…
Without another word, Evie spun around and without a plan in mind opened the door and lurched inside it again. “I’m going to kill it…” The rabid pixie bounded towards the flying object looking around the room for anything to destroy it with, something like a baseball bat. She’d put enough of her exe’s headlights out in the past to know how to get maximum damage with a Louisville slugger.
People either through Evangelina into one or two categories: Cute, which seemed to be a general consensus about her from most people but there were a few who found her firmly in that second category; Scary. This was one of those scary moments as she plowed through Lukos' house and bounded up the stairs like a mother on the warpath because her children weren’t ready and the school bus was only a couple minutes out. But the moment she stepped into Lukos’ room she felt her blood drain out of her. Over the years she’d been privy to some pretty wild things but this…
The lumberjack frame of Lukos almost knocked her over as he slammed into the back of her but it was like she’d found some sort of emergency break looking at that thing and took the hit like an NFL linebacker letting him ricochet backwards from the force rather than knock her even one hair closer to whatever it was he’d gotten himself into.
They stood there for a long moment, or at least, it felt like a long moment just staring at it. She probably still would have been staring at it if his arm hadn’t came around her waist and picked her up, jerking her back and the door closed. It broke whatever spell the sinister thing had weaved on her and she rapidly blinked trying to put all of this together.
‘I woke up to that thing hovering at the foot of my bed,’ Lukos whispered. Any other time, she’d have been batting him away … or well… maybe curling up against him but right now she stood there her brain trying to grasp for anything that would be rational. ‘I thought I might be drugged out or dreaming.’ She blinked her long lashes some more. Yeah, she could see where he might have thought he was drugged or dreaming. In fact, she wasn’t too sure that she wasn’t having some sort of weird dream at that very moment. It did however, seem very unlikely that she’d have chosen Lukos as her partner in that dream… not when there were so many other choices that were better suited… Who was that actor that played Superman, again? She almost smiled at that thought. But her partner in crime yanked her back to earth with a Lukoesque question. ‘Do you have some smokes?’
Looking up at him she frowned and pressed her lips together, fighting the urge to swat him behind the head. She didn’t want a smoke right now…
Without another word, Evie spun around and without a plan in mind opened the door and lurched inside it again. “I’m going to kill it…” The rabid pixie bounded towards the flying object looking around the room for anything to destroy it with, something like a baseball bat. She’d put enough of her exe’s headlights out in the past to know how to get maximum damage with a Louisville slugger.
