#w/ darknessa1wayswins

[legacyfiless]

hook stands there with his arms crossed over his chest [ . . . ] that usual look on his face as to say ‘ i don’t care ’ he pretends not to with most people around here, doesn’t like showing any sort of vulnerability — nor does he like others knowing that he has a heart and cares for some “ yeah— well, things change ” kris is one of the few he’ll be a little more open with, actually bothers to speak to her unlike his ignorance to everyone else that roams these hallways

“ nothin’ ” he wasn’t exactly lying. hook didn’t know the ins and outs of whatever schemes were going on out there, but what he did know was that it was far too dangerous to be messing around in “ you know how it’s been recently ” and he doesn’t want one of his very few friends to get hurt “ c’mon, kris ”

"don't go. it's safer here." to kris, from hook.

green hues turning back to him, her brows furrowed in confusion. "since when do we care about what's safer?" she questioned curiously, her body doing a half turn toward him. a testament to show how her mind was torn between listening to him, or doing as she'd planned and leaving this room.

for a moment, her rebellious mind had her just about ready to just dash out the door anyways. what was the worst that could happen anyways? okay, don't answer that question. she knew there were millions of answers to weed through before any would even be halfway desirable.

"hook, what do you know that i clearly don't here?" kris questioned sternly, her hand finally falling off the doorknob back to her side as she fully faced the male. her arms soon crossing under her chest as she eyed him seriously. does this mean she wouldn't go? absolutely not. but, clearly she needed to think about it.

[lexiquemortel]

ㅤㅤthe annoying creak of the bar door pulled sage’s attention from the glasses she was washing, her eyes flicking up just in time to catch the guy sliding onto a stool. she couldn’t help the slight raise of a brow at his order. nothing pissed her off more than someone who didn’t bother with a hello. still, he looked like his day had been shitty, so sage decided to let it slide. ㅤㅤ“whiskey and a beer, huh?” she said, already reaching for the bottle. the bartender poured the whiskey into a clean glass and slid it over alongside the beer. “i usually save this combo for breakups, job losses, or post-holiday family dinners. should i be concerned? maybe call your emergency contact?” her mouth twitched into a small smile. sage couldn’t help but wonder what kind of day or week the guy had been through. “want me to leave you alone with your liquid therapy, or are you the type who enjoys unsolicited bar wisdom?”

rolling the windows up in the old ass truck, with do it yourself windows, jack groaned at the effort. he hadn't been hitting the gym all that much lately, since he wasn't really working or being seen much. what was the point? yeah, to be healthy and all that bullshit. but honestly, he just didn't feel like it.

life as of late was just, too hard to live as it was already as of late so why add more pressure and pain to the mix??

jumping down out his dad's old truck, the curly haired male made his way into the bar at just past five o'clock. somehow, he had managed to not go before then. but now? he needed a drink more than ever. he didn't have a problem, he didn't. but he did need a few beers or he'd never make it to the end of the day.

shoving the bar door open, he walked into the dimly lit area toward the bar. taking a seat at one of the bar stools off to the side, before tapping the counter. "whiskey and a beer, please." he spoke up, before making himself comfy.

starter for lexiquemortel ~