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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on Feb 14, 2014 4:24:12 GMT
It was midday; his blinds were shut tight against the light. Iggie woke up hung over, again. With some chick in his bed, again. It had been a good night, he could tell, even if he couldn't remember.
He sat up and the bedsheets slid off his pale chest and bunched in his lap. He groaned, rubbing at his face and glancing over at the sleeping woman beside him. There was always a hang over, a come down and the awkward interactions with the girls, but not always a sense of satisfaction. He had nowhere to be, really, so the time ticking past on the bedside clock didn't mean anything. He thought of flopping back down to sleep in. Sleep later in. She was still dozing and what kind of jerk would he be to wake her up and send her off?
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Post by KASPER HUNT on Feb 14, 2014 4:38:40 GMT
She'd never done something like she had last night. Kasper was normally a quiet person, something that never got out of hand. She'd never really liked alcohol, either, so whatever she had consumed last night had really affected her. Fortunately for her, she had her father's genes, the genes where they never had the affects of a hangover till days after, and then it hit them. Kasper, having never had that much to drink before, wouldn't find that out until it hit her after a couple of days.
When she felt movement beside her, her eyes blinked open. The sunlight was barely streaming in through the window, but she didn't want to move yet. The bed was actually pretty comfortable, and as far as she knew, it was cold out from under the covers. She hadn't slept with someone in as long as she could remember, and she couldn't actually remember why she'd stopped. It was such a fleeting feeling, something she had missed oddly enough. Of course, she had a feeling that this would end right there. She'd gotten the impression that he wasn't looking for something, and Erik would probably kill the first guy she brought home.
Stretching much like a cat, with the sheet falling off her shoulders and bare chest, Kasper turned over, blinking pale eyes. She was still tired, which was odd considering what time it was. "I'm just gonna sleep here. Sorry to disappoint" She commented, rolling back over onto her stomach and burying her face against the pillow. She was stubborn, and completely opposite from her normal personality first thing in the morning.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2014 19:35:33 GMT
Most days, dealing drugs was on of the easier things to do. Hand over whatever it was someone wanted, take the cash, and then invest it into something better. Somehow, tracking Iggie wasn't hard at all - just follow the trail of debt, really. A while ago, the two of them happened to be at the same party. Promises were made, and it just so happened that Iggie was late on his end of the bargain. Erik wasn't surprised, he was warned about it. Knocking at the door, Erik decided that he wasn't going to cut Iggie slack any more. "Open up, Iggie!"IGGIE VAN ALLAN, KASPER HUNT
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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on Feb 15, 2014 2:39:24 GMT
The chick - he didn't even know her name - stirred beside her, and Iggie glanced over last night's conquest with a satisfied nod. Nice tits, nice face. It had probably been a good night. Her reaction was neither the shame or sentimentality he'd grown to expect. She turned back over and went back to sleep. Iggie just grunted, shrugged. He didn't care either way - it was just him and Kieran, and neither would complain about a hot chick sticking around a bit.
That only made the prospect of going back to sleep an even more appealing one, though before he could flop back down into bed, there was a knock on the door and a sinking in his stomach. Iggie knew that people knocking on his door was, in general, not a good thing. Angry girls, angry debt collectors, always angry people.
"Fuck." This was a guy, and Iggie couldn't pin his voice down to a name, or even a face. He couldn't tell if this was one of the guys who was here to just threaten him, or to actually break every bone in his body as per a previous threat. He ran a hand through his hair uneasily before he slipped out of bed. He hadn't acknowledged the knock, but just in case, he shimmied into his underwear, his jeans from last night that he'd slipped out of together.
He stood in the bedroom's doorway, holding his breath and hoping his silence would be enough for the guy to assume he just wasn't home.
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Post by KASPER HUNT on Feb 15, 2014 4:26:36 GMT
Kasper had never been someone that was ever forward about sleeping around. Honestly, she couldn't remember the last time it had happened. But one thing lead to another, and she'd ended up in the white-haired guys's bed. Not that she was saying anything bad. He wasn't that bad looking, either. The young woman reached out and grabbed a pillow that was teetering on the edge of the bed, pulling it to her chest and wrapping her slender body around it, her bare back completely exposed at that point, the unnatural brand-like tattoo on her shoulder in plain view. Even Erik had never seen that.
She almost pouted as she felt him move from the bed, rolling over to stare at him with narrowed eyes. Well, it wasn't as fun to sleep in a stranger's bed without that strange. Speaking of, she couldn't remember his name. Kasper crawled to the edge of the bed, noticing a wallet on the ground. She reached out and grabbed it, seeing nothing but the ID. She had to blink a couple of times at the name. Ignatius Lysander? Well, that was a different name.
It was then that Kasper focused on what was going on, her ears having processed the voice she had vaguely heard. Wait.. She knew that voice. "Erik?" Her voice was louder than she expected, and with the thin walls, well, things could get very interesting, very fast. And there she lay, dropping the wallet, and scuttled back onto the bed. And what had Erik called the other? Iggie? Well, that was better than going around being called Ignatius. Kasper pushed herself up against the headboard, pulling the sheet up to her chest. She could only hope that her voice hadn't been as loud as she thought, but her luck had never been on her side.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2014 5:03:54 GMT
Maybe at one point, Erik would have just turned around and come back at a later date. He wasn't really a fan of having to go debt collecting, and it wasn't like he was really planning on being physically harmful to the guy. All he needed was the money that Iggie owed him, and then he would never have to return again. He'd be able to spend the morning doing something slightly more entertaining than chasing down people like Iggie. It got annoying after a while. Thankfully for the paper-thin laws, Erik's mind was made on him staying around for a while. Shaking his head, he knocked again. "I know you're in there, Iggie." Somehow, he managed to stay rather levelheaded as he spoke, shifting his weight around as he waited at the door. While he was usually against violence, Erik found that he probably was going to break more than a few minor moral rules by the time he left. IGGIE VAN ALLAN, KASPER HUNT
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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on Feb 15, 2014 6:51:24 GMT
He wasn't paying her much mind until she spoke up, unexpectedly. He whirled around to see she'd sat up. He glared at her, but was still intent on silence, so he just made a few wild and frustrated motions before turning around when Erik - that's right, Erik - spoke again.
Hold on. Why did she know his name? He glanced over his shoulder, confused but not sparing a moment to consider the possibilities. Just, fucking, wait. He mouthed, shutting the bedroom door behind him. Hopefully he could get this over with quickly. "Alright, alright. Hold on." He grumbled, combing his fingers through his hair.
He swung open the door, plastering a lazy grin onto his face as he leaned against the doorframe. "Sup." Iggie said nonchalantly, nodding tersely in greeting.
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Post by KASPER HUNT on Feb 15, 2014 20:55:40 GMT
She'd never been very good at listening, especially when her curiosity got the better of her. First thing's first, she had to figure out just who this guy she'd slept with was. She rolled over onto her stomach, glancing around the ground, then finding an ID laying on the ground. Reaching out, she glanced from the face to the name, and she blinked. Well, that was a very unexpected name. Ignatius Lysander van Allan. Interesting choice in names. Her head shaking, Kasper tossed the ID down, then moved off the bed. She found her underwear on the ground, pulling them on, then finding one of Iggie's shirt's on the ground, she pulled it over her shoulders.
She was only praying that her ears were playing a trick on her, and that it wasn't Erik out there. She hadn't told her roommate and best friend where she was last night, and since she never carried around a cell phone, well, there wasn't much of a way to get a hold of her. So, she just hoped he didn't think she was dead in a ditch somewhere. That wouldn't be the best thing for her, to be honest. Kasper was normally home at a certain hour, so it was rather unusual for her not to be there.
She moved from the bed to the doorway, then peeked out. Of course, it was her worst fear, and was in fact Erik. She let out a breath, sneaking out of the room and into the kitchen. She was thirsty, and now would be a good time to get a drink, while he was distracted. But she had no idea where the glasses were. Welp, this was turning out great. Kas let out a breath, then moved back into the hallway, finding a wad of paper and throwing it at Iggie's back. "Where are you cups at? I'm thirsty" @erik IGGIE VAN ALLAN
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2014 21:27:12 GMT
Iggie sure did take his swear time getting to the door, and when it swung open Erik's arms folded over his chest. "Sup," he grumbled, finding that his mood was suddenly a bit spoiled. "I'm here to collect a few things, actually. Money, mainly." The only other prominent thing being, well, Kasper. Iggie being, well, Iggie probably lured her in with fake promises or something. He was probably being too protective. Oh, well. "Invite me in? I don't plan on leaving until you pay me back, so." Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Erik found that he was leaning against the door frame, hoping to prove his suspicions wrong. Maybe it wasn't really Kasper hanging around. IGGIE VAN ALLAN, KASPER HUNT
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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on Feb 15, 2014 23:25:31 GMT
Iggie smiled, though he tensed a bit when Erik went on. Of course, he got straight to the point. When he asked to come inside, Iggie gave a good natured, friendly laugh and a shake of his head. He shifted a bit to block some more of the door. "Yeah, about that."
"I'm waiting on some transactions to go through." He said, and it came out smooth and well practiced - it wasn't even a lie, not really. His fingers drummed uneasily on the door's frame. "So, as soon as I get my money, you'll get your money." He stepped back, a hand already on the door to push it shut as he was speaking. "So, that's it. Been good talking to you man, I'll--"
He was interrupted with something being lobbed at him from behind. It was only a wad of paper, but there was only one other person here now, only one other person to throw it. "Fuck's sake..." He muttered, looking over his shoulder at the chick, who'd helped herself into one of his shirts. It was kind of hot, actually. She wasn't even wearing a bra. It softened the irritated edge to his tone, if only slightly. "In the fucking cupboard, where do people keep glasses?"
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Post by KASPER HUNT on Feb 15, 2014 23:34:05 GMT
When Iggie stepped back, that was when she saw Erik. Of course it was Erik. She knew her best friend's voice better than anyone's. Her hands crossed over her chest as she glanced between the men. So he was one of her friend's clients, huh? Lucky her. She let out a sigh, then turned her eyes towards the male she had spent the night with. "People have them in weird places. Trust me, I know. Especially short people" She said with a narrowing of her eyes. Yeah, Kasper was sort of a bitch when she was tired, and even if it was mid-afternoon, she'd only slept for a few hours. She needed about twelve before she was sociable again.
Her eyes flicked towards Erik, and this was where she got a little nervous, smiling sheepishly and trying to cover her lack of clothing. "H-hey Erik." Kas waved nervously at her friend. Yeah, this wasn't how she had planned today. Especially not how she wanted Erik to see her. She'd been pretty vague with her past to him, but it was pretty easy to put two and tow together on what she had done before the hotel tycoon had brought her into his apartment. Of course, she didn't work for it, and to be honest, this was the first time she'd slept with someone since her teens years.
"I meant to find a phone to call you last night. Uhm.. Mine's sitting on the kitchen counter, if you tried calling me" The white-haired girl said, before inching back into the kitchen. For once, her head was hurting, and she really wanted something to drink. She scuttled into the kitchen, her face burning red, and she all but scrambled for a glass, grabbing one, but knocking another to the ground to shatter on the floor. "Oops…"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2014 0:00:54 GMT
Erik was fully prepared to thrust his foot in the door, silently thanking that he picked to wear a pair of sturdier shoes. But, Kasper caught his attention with a comment that caused Erik to chuckle. "Thing is, Iggie, there's been a rumor going around that your money is not actually coming in." A frown suddenly making it's way on his face, Erik refused to move from his spot in the doorway. "'Afternoon Kasper." She wasn't in any trouble - he wasn't her father, after all - but Iggie sure as hell was. Kasper was a grown woman, old enough to take care of herself. It wasn't like that was going to stop him any time soon, though. He felt almost like an older brother to her, and being protective was a brotherly thing. "It's fine, really. Don't worry about it."That didn't stop him from straightening up and aiming a punch towards Iggie's nose. IGGIE VAN ALLAN, KASPER HUNT
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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on Feb 16, 2014 4:25:09 GMT
Iggie just rolled his eyes - he was doing her a favour letting her stick around; not without ulterior motives, but still. He was distracted enough that Erik had the chance to stick a foot in the door. He seemed to be the more pressing problem right now, so Iggie turned back to face him, smile faltering but only slightly.
"Rumours are just rumours." Before he could spit out more assurances, he cut himself off at the exchange going on with him in the middle. They knew each other (and now he knew her name).
What were the fucking chances? He had a bad feeling - whatever their relationship, he couldn't imagine it putting him in any better a position with Erik. There wasn't even a chance to consider anything but the fist in his face. He'd just stumbled out of bed, he didn't get a chance to react until the pain shot up his nose.
"Jesus fuckin' christ." He staggered back slightly and the door swung open loosely like an invitation, his hand flown to his face to feel the blood starting to run.
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Post by KASPER HUNT on Feb 17, 2014 1:03:12 GMT
Kasper has just managed to pour herself a drink when she heard Iggie's complaint, right after what sounded liked something hitting another object. She could only guess what that was about. Very carefully, she inched back to the front, buttoning the shirt a bit as to no show too much. At least she was covered this time. She looked around the corner to see holding his face, and Erik in the doorway.
"Should I ask why you did that, or is it obvious?" Kasper asked her friend, taking a sip from her drink. No, this wasn't the normal Kasper. This was the Kas that was still too tired to deal with anything and just wanted to crawl back into bed and sleep for a year or two. She let out a slow breath as she shook her head. Well, she might as well help out Iggie since she was probably half at fault for him getting punched.
She walked back into the kitchen, grabbing the roll of paper towels, then returned to toss them at Iggie. "Here, these could help" She commented, then turned to Erik, her hands on her hips as she shook her head at her friend. "Now, that wasn't very nice, Erik"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2014 4:32:01 GMT
Erik shrugged. "Because he's an asshole felt like a good reason at the moment." It made enough sense for him, in his slightly angry state, to punch Iggie in the nose. He was an asshole for sleeping with Kasper, and he deserved everything that was coming for him. Erik had half a mind to even just beating the life out of him - but it was fairly easy to push those thoughts off to the side. Kasper, on the other hand, was adamant to treat him like a child. "As if that's going to stop me." Pouting momentarily, Erik didn't bother to move from the doorway. "Plus, I do a lot of not nice things on the occasion." It didn't matter to him. Turning to look at Iggie, Erik fixed him with a glare. "The next time I show up, I won't be easily turned away. Debts need to be paid eventually, Iggie." With that, Erik pushed himself off the frame to smile to Kasper. "Pick up bread on your way home, please. See you two later."IGGIE VAN ALLAN, KASPER HUNT
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