fandomtownies | Caritas - Saturday Evening [Open]

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Today was a good day for going to the bar. After all, certain somebodies had mentioned that they happened to head out this way over the weekends. And it wasn't that Nathan was a stalker, really. But he was a fan of pleasant conversation. And really, they'd practically made it a date already, hadn't they?

And so there he sat at the bar, wearing the Armani that Tony had bought for him back in Vegas, and there he waited.

With some whiskey, to bide the time.

"Bless," said Daisy with a grin and a lift of her drink, relocating down the bar to where Nathan was sitting, "fancy seeing you here."

"What a pleasant surprise," Nathan agreed, smiling and nodding his head in greeting. "It would seem we've both managed to survive the week, at that. Unless there are more young children running about that I haven't noticed yet."

"There does seem to be a significant decline in half-pints swarming the bar," Daisy agreed, smiling back. "Especially compared to last week."

"I suppose we'll know for certain if there's another ball pit at the club tomorrow," Nathan mused. And then he set his glass down and glanced at her. "So, random influx of knee-high terrors aside, how has your week gone?"

Small talk. It seemed as good a starting place as any.

"Smoothly," answered Daisy, with the sort of emphasis to suggest that this was not too terribly common. "Even with all the green things Tuesday. And how was yours?"

It was, she realised, the best of small talk, as she realized she knew absolutely nothing about this man besides his name, his association with the fight club, and that he was cute.

And then she remembered that that was still one up on what she knew about people she'd met up with at bars prior to the move here.

"It was... lazy," Nathan replied easily, with a wry little grin playing at the corners of his mouth. "Whoever invented video quite possibly has the undying thanks of every teacher around the globe."

And that was said with the sort of emphasis that suggested that he very firmly believed every last syllable of that. Video. Amazing invention, really.

"Not at first, I'd imagine," Daisy mused. "But eventually. You're a teacher, then? Of what?"

Part of Daisy was wondering if she should have been able to figure it out; she did type up every radio broadcast for the records, but that didn't mean she really retained much of that information unless it was immediately important or interesting.

"I co-teach American History with Tyler Durden." Nathan hesitated for a moment before speaking up again. "Most of the first half of the semester was my domain, really. I'm relying a little more heavily on Tyler's expertise to deal with the past century or so. I'm slightly behind."

Only one hundred and thirty years and some. Slightly behind.

"Oh! I know Tyler."

Investigating a man's kidnapping and then having a one-night-stand with him totally counted as knowing someone, right?

"And how far behind are we talking about?"

That counted enough for Nathan, sure!

"Everything since 1876 is pretty much news to me," he confessed. "And that still feels odd to say. A little bit more of the joy of Fandom, though."

He hoped. Either that, or he really had lost his mind.

"Oh, well that's not so bad a difference at all," said Daisy, smiling. "how do you like it?"

"I can't complain," Nathan decided. "Aside from the harpies and other assorted strangeness, it's quieter here than what I'm used to. And teaching isn't so bad, either. I'm getting used to the times, and the rest is becoming... comfortable."

He wasn't entirely certain that he was comfortable with things being 'comfortable.' But that was neither here nor there.

"And you. What is it that you do for a living?"

Not a single thing Nathan had said so far seemed even the slightest bit of a red flag (which was actually pretty rare around here), so Daisy didn't feel at all reluctant to admit, "Proud to count myself among Fandom's finest, good old FPD. If it's any consolation, it's quieter here than what I'm used to, as well. Don't get harpies in London, but you do get a lot more crime overall."

That entire sentence made sense to Nathan. No talk of strange futuristic technology, no random babble about cyborgs or ninjas or magic that he didn't comprehend beyond things he'd already encountered here on the island. Just words that meant something, and he found himself smiling a little more at that revelation.

Conversation was nicer when it made sense.

"This place isn't terribly big on crime," he agreed. "It's more tame than I think most of the people around here are used to, for that matter. No war, hardly any use for the clinic unless monsters are invading. I suppose one thing serves to even out the next."

"Oh, I'm not so sure about that." Daisy grinned a little wryly. "No matter what happens, I swear, there's always an overbalance of paperwork."

"Fandom has to keep us busy somehow?" Well, it made sense to Nathan, at any rate. "I'd say the same, but any papers that I end up having to mark are nobody's fault but my own."

Not that he minded marking papers, really. Not that he'd had any papers to actually mark yet, for that matter.

"And Tyler's, I suppose."

Daisy grinned. "I imagine student written history papers have got to be a bit more entertaining then 'check box on form FA-37 if blah blah blah.'"

"We had them make dioramas for the midterms," Nathan confessed. "Out of construction paper, pipe cleaner, and plasticine." And now he was grinning, too. "I'd be lying if I said we didn't give them assignments based solely on what would amuse the both of us the most each class."

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I...can't think of anything witty. I blame the beer I drank.

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