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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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"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.

"No," Caroline said simply, having enjoyed kissing him even if she wasn't sure yet it was going to be something that happened often. "Just one of those fringe benefit things. Not like, jacket fringe because that's just scary-looking."

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Her mention of jacket fringe threw him off enough that he had to frown and think of just what the fuck she was talking about before his focus returned to the conversation at hand.

"Fringe benefit?" Nathan repeated, trying to find a question in there that would get him more information on her ways of thinking. "All right, so what are the main benefits since it seems like you've...categorized this already? Please, share with me your seemingly deep thoughts and impressions of what we did the other day."

And maybe he wanted to know what she thought since he'd been the big sharer that day. She'd just gone along with that and lectured him. Hmm.

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"Umm..." Right because Caroline was really in a position to be talking in depth about important things. "The usual benefits of kissing?" Was there something she was missing?

Nathan snickered a bit, having half expected an answer like that. He went straight for the bottle this time, tipping it back and finishing it off. That ought to get him good and drunk for awhile.

"Yeah, for me too," he answered, nodding in what he hoped was a decisive manner. "Kissing's one of those things that can be good with just about anyone that knows what they're doing. After all, you only need a tongue, lips, and motivation."

Nathan didn't know why he'd asked that question and suddenly wondered if he could wreck it all and make her forget he'd asked. "Guess you'll be ready for when your next, better offer comes along, yeah?"

Maybe he hadn't forgot that little line yet.

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"Next, sure, better, well isn't there always room for improvement?" Caroline teased before she realized that he'd finished the bottle and now she was without a new drink. Ass.

"You finished our drink so I'm going to spin now," she informed him, kicking off the other stool and turning hers around and around.

Wow, she was drunk as fuck. Nathan just tossed the bottle and crossed his arms so he could watch her...spin. Yeah, she was just spinning and if she got dizzy, she'd better not puke all over the place.

"Well, you know, I happen to think I'm top of the fucking tier with the only better option being God because if you created the fucking world, you've gotta have some talent but hey, I'll be sure to tell you all about my better offer when it comes along. Maybe we can compare notes! Hey, there's a thought!"

Really, Nathan wondered if she'd even process his words what with her drunkenness.

Caroline stopped spinning to lean on the counter and giggle at his idiocy. "You're so dumb," she told him, smiling way more than anyone should smile while accusing someone of lacking brains. Blame the alcohol he'd helped her obtain.

Nathan wasn't sure if she was just drunkenly rambling at him or if she was actually responding to his words. So, he leaned across the counter, matching her stance.

"I'm dumb?" he repeated, tilting his head and deciding to indulge her on this one. Maybe she'd say something hilarious. "Why am I dumb? I think I'm rather intelligent and clever, really. I'm just on a level of intelligence most people cannot attain. So, what makes me dumb right now, Caroline?"

Nathan knew he was a dumbass but he wasn't just going to outright admit that. Not a chance.

Caroline cocked her head to one side, laughing at him again. "Clever like a fox, but not like a wolf. You're dumb 'cause you think I don't want to kiss you. And it makes me sad for you. Like we should get you a special bus to keep you from getting lost between here and the room."

"I don't need a fucking special bus," he said, shaking his head and directing a laugh down at the bar. But, he was looking back up at her soon enough. "In fact, I think I'm gonna be the one making sure you don't end up sleeping on the fucking beach tonight."

There was no way he was letting her walk home drunkenly. It was one of the few chivalrous things he'd do for one of the few people that actually mattered to him.

"And do you wanna kiss me?" Nathan asked curiously. "You know, you've never actually said one way or another. You kissed me once to thank me and then lectured me when I said I wanted to kiss you. Not really giving off any specific vibe either time, Caroline. How's a bloke not supposed to be confused?"

"Maybe I want to sleep on the beach," Caroline said, leaning on the bar to mirror him because clearly he thought she was drunk and she wasn't. Nope. "Maybe now I won't let you join me. Or kiss me." They weren't mutually exclusive activities.

Unless she'd sobered up really fast, she was drunk as fuck. He was pretty damn drunk too but he didn't tend to get as...adorable as she did when he was trashed.

"Do you want to sleep on the beach, Caroline?" Nathan asked her, amused despite himself. He still didn't feel all that dumb about this because she still hadn't really admitted anything he didn't know. "I didn't think you'd really be one for getting sand in your pants and having the inevitable thigh chafing that goes along with it. And what if you woke up with sand in your mouth? Sounds delicious, doesn't it?"

It hadn't been a beach but Nathan sure had woken up in some weird places with sand in his mouth. "And I don't think you want to kiss me, Caroline. You can't admit it so I think it's all just a ruse. Maybe you just wanted a pair of warm lips."

She was completely trashed, but she would not be copping to it anytime soon. "I don't care about sand, dummy." Though she'd probably whine about the cold. "Besides, you wanna kiss me. Don't even think about denying it because I know the the tru-uth!" Sing-songing the words was maybe not going to make anyone think she was even nearly sober.

Nathan raised an eyebrow and shook his head before moving to actually come around the bar. He seemed to end up there anyway and if she was this drunk, he didn't want her falling all over the place or puking. So, leaning up against the bar near her it was.

"You keep calling me a dummy," he pointed out, sliding their glass back a little and using the bar to hold himself up. His legs were like fucking jelly right now. That didn't stop him from leaning closer to her and slapping on a grin. "But, I'm the one who knows what he wants and you don't."

He punctuated that by poking her chest once. "Cuz, I told you I wanted to kiss you a few days ago. That's not a surprise anymore. I know what I want."

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