I whisper sweet things, you tell all your friends

[Narrator]

In a hotel room in a city in England a handsome pair of twins resided, one relaxed, and one honestly a bit worked up.

The tense one had made her concerns about their situation well known, and was now playing with a deck of cards idly, the faces upon said cards a black imageless block.

[Ian Quessaire]

"Beb, you've been bahbin all day. Why can't you just take it easy?"

The man, half-undressed, sat deeply reclined in one of the room's chairs as he lazily stared out of the window, the lights of the city blotting out any hope of seeing the stars. His hand was draped over the back of the chair as he sat in it sideways, idly reaching for some of the food on the table - a bite of a cob of corn or tearing off a piece from a half Peri-peri chicken. The Nando's bag had been dumped out rather haphazardly, with napkins on the floor and some spiced rice over the table.

[Sookie Quessaire]

"Because I'm not you, and I don't much care for human comforts. It's difficult to take it easy when you don't know where your next actual meal is coming from..."

[Ian Quessaire]

"You worry too much. Every second door leads into a pub or bar. You're sittin' in the middle of a buffet and fretting about starving to death."

[Sookie Quessaire]

"That's because you're obsessed with this 'morality' nonsense all of the sudden."

[Ian Quessaire]

Ian raised an eyebrow at his sister, leaning over in his chair. "Stop talkin' coo-yon. People already feel like garbage from what they do to themselves, or their job, or because they never see the sun. None of them'll notice if we take a little sip from a bunch of them. But take it all by force, that draws attention. And unlike you, I don't like causin' a scene."

[Sookie Quessaire]

"We weren't made to be silent.

Well okay we were but not like this."

[Ian Quessaire]

"We can't stick to the old ways and remain silent. It worked when people lived far apart from each other, when they might not see each other for days, sometimes weeks. Now there are prying eyes everywhere. Social media, CCTVs, someone isn't missing for an hour before others notice, and there are always witnesses."

[Sookie Quessaire]

"You call them witnesses.

I call them potentials." She smirked.

[Ian Quessaire]

"Yeah, well before we might get one or two 'potentials' with torches and pitchforks. Now they're dozens and they're not afraid to call the cops."

[Sookie Quessaire]

"How bout this? You stay here and wait on your sexless teen drama to pan out and I'm going to go find some loveless bellhop who takes beej for tips, okay? Okay.

Good talk brother. "

[Ian Quessaire]

Ian was about to say something when he paused and took a deep breath, eyes half-lidded as he reclined in his chair.

"Teen drama is accurate, but sexless is not."

[Sookie Quessaire]

"Who?!" Sookie asked, annoyed.