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Caritas | Wednesday

Why break a routine, right? Nathan made it three weeks in a row in the bar on a Wednesday and three weeks in a row, he ended up behind the bar when Tino's regular bartender didn't show up again. Nathan was beginning to think this guy was on sabbatical or some shit. Or maybe he was mad at Tino.

No matter, Nathan grabbed a bottle of Irish whiskey and set it up on the bar, pouring himself a glass and downing it quickly. He wasn't thinking of the bitchy fight he'd had with Kate earlier or any of the other million weird and complicated things that had happened to him lately.

Nope, he was a man who had liquor and that would erase all those thoughts he didn't want to have right now. Okay, maybe those thoughts were sticking around but Nathan was ignoring that fact. He was toasting the band and toasting Tino and toasting Tino's attempts at singing with the band.

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"Nuh uh," Nathan said, shaking both his head and a finger at her. That hadn't been the question he'd asked. The warning signs were still blaring loudly but he ignored them.

"I asked what you wanted me to tell you," he pointed out. It wasn't the same thing as what he wanted to tell her. "Is that what you want to hear, my various pickup techniques or were you looking for something else informational from the mind of Nathan Young?"

"Yes," Caroline nodded, leaning back to give a little spin on the bar stool. Clearly she should hear both and then have a fit at him about one or the other. "Start with one and move into the other!"

She was getting drunk rather quickly. Nathan wasn't surprised since the booze was strong shit but still. He filled their glass and tossed it back before filling it again.

"Well, I don't really tend to compliment their shoes unless we're talking special occasional formal wear or they're wearing the equivalent of stripper boots or something else just as comical."

He didn't think that was shooting down her lesson but what he did know? "I have found that if you make a girl laugh, you can get them on your side for just about anything, you know. Girls do enjoy a sense of humor, raunchy or not. Instead of coming off like some greased up, roided to the max dickhead who just wants to stick it in, I come off as an adorable fucking class clown who they are now comfortable being more open with."

"So it's all a trick?" Caroline verified, pointing an accusatory finger at Nathan despite her blase tone. "You run around making your dirty comments, just waiting for some sad and pathetic girl to laugh and oops! It just slipped right in! That is totally adorable, Nathan."

"It's not a trick," he said, reaching to try and swat that finger off of him. "Why would it be a fucking trick? It's a technique but it's also a part of me. Trickery would be if I had nefarious reasons for being funny and was trying to manipulate these girls to bend to my will so I could control them like fucking puppets. I have no nefarious reasons besides both of our pleasures. I'm just a funny, adorable guy, Caroline. Haven't you noticed that by now?"

Maybe she had. Maybe it was helping drive her insane or something. Nathan pursed his lips and gave her a look for that.

"And why do they have to be sad and pathetic girls? You know, there are girls who like me that are not sad and pathetic. It does happen contrary to your popular belief."

Something was certainly driving her insane. Caroline was totally on board with blaming Nathan and his weirdly adorable ways.

"Obviously," she said, what with her being neither sad nor pathetic. Even if she was chock full of issues. "So you've had a lot of success with your technique?"

Well, it was good to see that she remembered that he'd been completely adorable a few days ago and she'd been all over him. Obviously, he'd done something right on Valentine's Day.

"I've done all right for myself, yeah," he said, reaching for the shared glass and taking a few swallows before setting it back down on the bar. "I can't complain about how well my technique's worked when I've put it into motion. By this time in my life, it's automatic. I'm just naturally funny and incredibly adorable and thus, the technique is just there."

"So you have zero control over it?" Caroline asked, swiping the glass away. She looked at him curiously. "Like it just happens no matter what you do?"

Nathan shrugged a shoulder. "It's a little more complicated than that, Caroline. Sure, I am the naturally charming, quick witted, completely appealing and devastatingly handsome bloke you see before you but I don't treat all girls the same. That would just be fucking stupid."

And if she needed any evidence to that, he'd hang a neon sign over her Valentine's Day gift. And the fact that he listened to her talk Italian for awhile just to be helpful.

"I have control over who gets the...special stuff. The deeper stuff, I guess." His tongue had loosened up with the increased amounts of alcohol.

"Ahh, so you are discerning, despite this amazingly successful technique that you've mastered over the years," Caroline teased, mainly because he used the word deeper and she was not going to blush at that.

Okay, maybe a little, but she would blame the alcohol for the redness and the smile she had to hide behind the glass.

"Well, there's only so far a technique can take you before you have to decide if you're going to push forward or break it all off," Nathan told her, using his hands to both push and pull back in case she needed some illustrations.

"And should I decide to press on, I become discerning and specific," Nathan continued, nodding. "I mean, the superficial shit ain't gonna work all the time, right? Gotta go deeper, gotta get messier. And believe me, I am not afraid of a little mess."

No, he only seemed afraid of his decaying black heart erupting with emotion.

"Superficial is fine until someone starts saying 'hey' and then all bets are off," Caroline shared, noticing she'd again emptied the glass while he talked and reaching for the bottle on the bar. "You pour slowly."

Well, erupting with emotion was a frightening thing when one didn't do it all that often. He felt his fears were valid.

Nathan watched her take the bottle before he looked back up at her, grinning lightly. "I pour at an above average pace. You just drink fast and have a tolerance that most people would kill for."

And Nathan, selfishly, enjoyed seeing her through the process of becoming drunk. She was incredibly cute while it happened. "So, your turn. I told you some stuff now you tell me. I wanna know."

"What do you wanna know?" Caroline asked, pouring for herself because he had failed at it and okay, she kind of made a little mess on the counter but shh, Tino would clean it up. "I have tons of girly knowledge. It helps that I am one, you see?" She waved the drink-free hand to indicate herself like he was blind or something.

"Yes, you're definitely a girl," he agreed, nodding at that. Even if he'd been blind, he was pretty sure all of his other senses would have told him that she was a girl. She was just one of those girls that worked it.

"Tell me anything you'd like to tell me," he said, slapping the bar and nodding. At this point, he wasn't picky. "Tell me a secret or tell me something amazing or tell me something dirty or tell me something you think I should know."

Oh wow, letting her choose while she was getting tipsy and spilling her drink and feeling rather drunkly pleased with herself for some reason or another. This was not going to end well.

"Hmm..." Or she was going to spend a while adding to her blood alcohol level while she considered what to share. "But you already know my really good secret," Caroline complained. "Which I am super amazing at keeping - oh you should know that! I am a fantastic keeper of secrets! Um, even if I told you." She was incapable of keeping a secret, actually.

Things hardly ever ended well for them, though. It was becoming sort of a familiar theme. Progress one moment only to completely fuck that progress up the next. Vicious cycle.

"I don't have any secrets," Nathan said, shrugging a shoulder. He really didn't, not yet. He was sort of an open book, what you see is what you get unless you counted some...certain feelings and shit. He wasn't counting those.

"C'mon, tell me something else," he encouraged, reaching for the glass so he could get something to drink and she could find something to tell him. "Something interesting. Something good."

"Most of the good stuff I know, so doesn't apply because you don't know my friends from back home," she informed him, allowing him to take the glass away. "And it's kinda freaky with the supernatural. Or did you mean good like I really need to give my dad and his boyfriend a call before spring break?" Maybe she'd even get permission for a Hawaiian shopping spree.

Nathan smirked and focused on getting the liquor into the glass so he could take a few drinks and feel it burn nicely going down his throat and in his blood.

"I did not know your dad played for the other team," Nathan remarked, carefully enunciating the words so he wouldn't start slurring or something embarrassing. "Not that I care or anything, it's just totally new information. My dad's a dick and your dad, well..."

Did he have to fill in the blank there? If it helped, he did start laughing at his unintentional but hilarious turn of phrase.

"Is gay, yes. It's cool most of the time, except for when he was married to my mother, though, I can totally see why he picked her," Caroline replied. "She's kind of the opposite of me. I like hair and makeup, she likes guns and ammo. I like following through with plans, she likes disappointing me. Then, I like disappointing her right back in her face!"

Nathan paused for a minute and wondered if he'd just uncovered some issues that he hadn't yet seen. He knew there was some tension there but maybe it was more than that. His drunk brain gave a sigh at his attempts at higher level thinking.

"How'd shit get bad between you and your mom?" Nathan wondered because that seemed like the logical (yet dangerous) question. "Were you one of those divorce kids who gets stuck in the middle and used as a fucking rope in a game of parental tug of war until you're so scarred that you need therapy for fucking years and the only thing that gets you through the day is copious amounts of drugs? Drugs are awesome for coping. I should know."

"Please, like my mother could take the time off for a tug of war," Caroline said, rolling her eyes. She was more a child of parents who were too busy to pay her the attention she wanted, and so she acted out to try and punish them for not loving her.

Not that Caroline was ever going to be self-aware enough to realize this.

"Dad moved out of town and I stayed in Mystic Falls. Better to be with friends, right? Though I had to leave everyone for Fandom." That still kind of sucked when she thought about it.

"I think everyone had to leave people behind when they ended up here," Nathan pointed out, leaning his chin on the nearly empty bottle of liquor and looking contemplative. Or drunk. It was probably the latter.

"I could yell at your mom for you," he offered, proving that he was drunk. Hey, he'd picked fights with law enforcement before, he'd do it again. "It's not like she has fucking jurisdiction over me, I'm Irish."

That didn't matter. "I could yell at her for being a blind self centered bad mother who should join my fucking dick of a father in the corner for making the lives of their kids utter shit sometimes. I'd do it. I would."

"Yeah, but see, yelling doesn't work with Sheriff Forbes," Caroline informed him, her face saying she'd tried it many times before. "What you'd need to do was let out the delinquent side of your personality and then make out with her daughter in front of her. Then she'd feel it."

Oh Caroline.

"Well, I could do that too," Nathan said agreeably. It wasn't hard to be his dickish self and it wasn't hard to make out with Caroline either. He'd found that out a few days ago. "Hmm, is that all kissing me is good for? Parental upset?"

Yes, that was a loaded question, Caroline. Tread carefully.

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