Lukas sat down on the bed, taking a deep breath, " 'Cuz your right" he grunted, rubbing his eyes, "I need to turn around, and I probably wouldn't be this cooperative if I wasn't fucking wasted," he admitted "I'm 19 and have done shit, and if I don't get some sort of help, my whole life is gonna be the same thing. Though Im gonna apologize now, because in the morning when Im hungover, I'll be a helluva lot more anile" he flopped back onto the mattress, "And asking for my shit. Probably some heroine too if you have any" he was rambling at this point
"I figured it was from the alcohol and weed. But still, id rather this than you trying to knock my lights out." Griff fished through the dresser drawers, pausing ever so often to look at Lukas. "And unfortunately i wont be able to provide any extra stuff to you. For my sake, i try to keep it out of the house." Finally Griff dug out a pair of sweatpants and a plain white tshirt and passed them to Lukas. "Here. Change into this. Ill be right back." Griff left the room, closing the door behind him.
Lukas sighed and stood, pulling on the clothes. He rubbed his eyes, groaning quietly. What the fuck was wrong with him? Here he was, in a strangers house, in a strangers bed, high and wasted. What a fuck up.
On his return, Griff paused outside of the room. He was used to bringing strangers home, but why did this feel…different. Sighing and shaking his head, Griff knocked on the door. "Im back. I got you some water and a trash can. Just in case. May i come in?
Lukas looked up, he'd never really had anyone care this much for him, "Yeah, you're good" he grunted, tucking his clothes into the cornee
Griff yawned as he opened the door and walked into the room. "I actually got you a few waterbottles." He set them down on the nightstand and placed the trashcan next to the queen size bed. Griff stretched as he stood back up, causing his shirt to ride up and expose some of his muscled stomach underneath. "If you need anything, turn left out of your room. Three doors down on the left is my room." He headed back towards the door to leave and paused at the doorway "you good?"
Lukas looked at him, "Why are you doing this?" He asked quietly, "I'm a complete stranger, wasted beyond belief, and you know nothing about me. For all you know I could be a psychopathic murderer." He was mainly confused because he's never had anyone do anything for him his whole life. His parents died of overdose when he was seven, his older sister didn't care about him, so he's been on his own ever since. Someone caring about him was extremely foreign
Griff looked toward the ground as he thought of how to answer. "Cause youre cute." Griff gave him a cheesy smile. It quickly faded as he answered seriously, "Everyone needs a lighthouse in stormy weather." Pain showed on Griffs face as he thought about his own past and how lost he was. The amount of friends hes lost. He couldnt just sit back and let it happen to others anymore. "And even if you are a psycho, im sure my sister and i could kick your ass while Eddy calls the paramedics." Griff smiled again, trying to lighten the atmosphere. "Get some sleep." Griff whispered a russian goodnight as he closed the door and walked to his own room
Lukas felt a smile on his face as the door closed. He pursed his lips, hoping the first comment was a joke. Not that he had anything against gays, but he himself was not one. No sir never would Lukas Remi ever have anything to do with a guy. With that pleasant thought, he laid back and fell asleep.
Despite all the drinking Griff had done the night prior, he woke up surprisingly early. Moseying to the kitchen, he started on some breakfast for everyone. Eggs, toast, pancakes, and plenty of bacon. the smells filled the house and woke Eddy, who offered to take over. Thinking it best, Griff handed over the spatula and walked to his room to change, then into the little gym they had on the other end on the house. Not much later, Alistrov stirred, walking out of her room, she had on her swimsuit and walked out into the backyard for some sunbathing. Everyone felt it best to let Lukas sleep as long as need be.
It was around 10:30 wjen Lukas finally woke up. He forced his eyes open, groaning loudly. His head throbbed and his stomach churned, signs of his massive alcohol intake the night before. He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, rubbing his eyes before standing with a sigh. He ran a hand through his hair, walking over to the door and opening it, following the smell of food
Eddy was standing in the kitchen when Lukas finally walked in, startled for a moment, he smiled warmly "Good morning sir! I figured you be waking later than the other two. I'm just finishing up a fresh batch of bacon for you. The eggs and pancakes are fresh as well." He turned his attention back to the food. Beside the large kitchen was a large, wooden table with a plate and utensils set up. "There is a spot set up for you already. There should also be syrup on the table. But i think Griff put the ketchup away. I'll get it out for you if youd like it."
Lukas blinked, confused for a second. Had… sir? "Uh, no, thanks. I don't need ketchup" he said, sitting down at the table, still waking up
"Good. honestly, Every time i watch Griff put it on his eggs it make me want to eat elsewhere." He laughed lightly. Dressed in a nice button up shirt and dress slacks, he looked professional as he walked over to the table to place the plates of bacon, eggs, and the pancakes in front of him. "Eat as much as you need. But i must recommend to not overdo it. Overeating with a hangover usually doesnt end well." He walked away and toward the fridge "Would you like something to drink?"
"Yeah, water, thanks" he blinked, taking a breath before eating a bit, finding it really good. He smiled, "This is good, thanks!" He said, taking another bite, "Where's Griff?" He asked
"He's in the workout room." Said Alistrov as she walked through the patio door, still in her bikini. "He has a match tonight, so he is practicing." She walked toward the kitchen, reaching into the fridge to grab a bottle of water. Popping it open, she leaned against the counter, looking over Lukas "Sorry about last night. I'm not a fan of being woken up as soon as i fall asleep." Eddy brought Lukas a glass of ice cold water
"Sip it. it will help your stomach more than if you chug it." He smiled before turning to Alistrov "Ah young miss. You'd best get ready, you have a shoot in about 2 hours." Alistrov groaned slightly at the reminder.
Lukas blinked. So much new information so quick for his slow and hungover brain, "O-okay" he said, sipping the ice cold liquid quietly. He finished up the breakfast and continued to sip at the water, feeling his headache recede
After exchanging a few words with Eddy, Alistrov walked out of the kitchen and to her room to get ready. Ed then walked out of the kitchen and disappeard somewhere for a few moment before returning with some Ibuprofen. He quietly made a cup of coffee and set the meds down in front of Lukas before sitting down a few chairs away. "I'd recommend taking it easy for a few hours. Griff has already explained to me that you are welcome to stay here until you recover." Taking a sip of his coffee, he smiled "Ah, thats the stuff. If you wish to go see Griff, just go down that hall there." He pointed to the other end of the house, "Then just follow the sounds. It'll lead you right to the workout room"
Lukas took the pills and stood, grabbing his dishes and walking into the kitchen, setting them into the sink. He thanked Eddy again before deciding to follow his advice, walking down the hall. Grunts and pounding reached his ears and he followed, opening the door to the gym hesitantly
Griff was in the center of a large room, mercilessly punching and kicking at a large punching bag. The large room had listing equipment all along the walls, and mirrors lines every inch of those said walls. The chain creaked as the bag swung back and forth with every blow Griff landed on it. His breathing was heavy, his body glistening from a thin layer of sweat, and his shirtless torso flexed and relaxed as he practiced. His usually bright blue eyes seemed to look darker, and a more than serious look was on his face. Griff huffed and grunted as he began to tire out, glancing in the mirrors, he had noticed Lukas just as he gave one last lethal punch to the bag, it swung away from him as he turned to face Lukas. "Your up! Good mor-" his sentence was cut short as the bag came back with a vengeance and plowed right into Griff, knocking him to the floor.
Lukas let out a bellow of laughter, doubling over as Griff fell. He laughed so hard that tears came to his eyes. Once he was able to stand, he did so and walked over, holding out a hand to help him up, "Morning" he said, laughing
Griff continued to lay on the floor, laughing hysterically "Ah. I'm just gonna lie here for a moment to regain my dignity." Breathing hard, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the cool floor against his back. It took a few moments, but he finally caught his breath. Opening his eyes back up, they were back to their usual brightness. "So how are you feeling? You had some food right?"
Lukas nodded, "Yeah, yeah." He said, "I think his name was Ed? He gave me some food, yeah" he ran a hand through his hair, looking around at the gym, "This is pretty great" he said truthfully
