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Caritas | Wednesday

When Nathan wandered into the bar that evening, he was feeling a little devious. And, until someone took pity on him and visited, he was going to take out that deviousness on Tino. So, he grabbed a glass and a bottle, leaned against the counter and announced they were gonna play Truth or Dare.

Tino seemed cool with it so after a few rounds of them both picking truth, Tino finally picked dare. With a smug, sly grin, Nathan proudly told Tino what his dare would be. And that was how Tino came to pour several cheap bottles of beer down his pants.

Nathan thought he was a fucking genius.

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Nathan was so getting a look that said she thought he'd lost his mind. "Dude, I wouldn't ever check him out," Caroline corrected. "I have standards, okay?"

"Sluuuuuuuuuuuumming," Nathan singsonged at her before pushing his full glass towards her so she couldn't pull the 'you didn't serve me!' shit with him at any point.

He grinned at her though and took a few swigs of the booze from the bottle before digging in his pocket to pull his wallet out. There was something he'd been meaning to do for a week now.

"You think I'm slumming?" Caroline raised an eyebrow at him as she watched him pulling out his wallet. Not that she had any clue what he was doing...paying her for...something?

"Haven't I told you I think you're slumming before?" Nathan asked, pulling out a few dollars, folding them up and passing them across to her.

Paying her wasn't in the cards. Something else was. "You drink for free, Caroline. No money required. It's a rule. A law. It's a guideline that steadies my life on a daily basis, Caroline."

Attempting to avoid starting that conversation again, Caroline bypassed his first reply and focused on the second part. "Keep it," she shrugged. "Consider it payment for future drinks I steal from you while we're out."

Yeah, Nathan kind of figured she wouldn't take it back but he'd been carrying it around in his wallet for like a week and just now remembered it was there. So, he didn't argue while he put the money back in his wallet and stuck the wallet back in his pocket.

So, he didn't say anything while he downed whatever liquor he'd poured in his glass. He hadn't been good and drunk in a week or so and it felt like a good night to fix that. "Since you chased off my Truth or Dare partner, you wanna take his place in the game?"

"You want to play Truth or Dare with me?" If Caroline seemed worried, well, that was just because there was no way in hell this would end well.

"Yup." He gave his eyebrows a waggle and grinned at her. "You're not afraid, are you? It's just a little game, Caroline. We can even go sit in the lounge for more privacy if you're shy and don't want Tino to interrupt."

"Me? Afraid?" Caroline scoffed at him. "No, I was simply acting concerned for you. Do you really think you can handle playing this game with me?"

"I can handle anything," he said, refilling his glass and then pointing at it. "Grab the glass, let's go to the lounge. Tino can man the bar and hide his wet pants behind the counter."

Nathan was grabbing the bottle and already coming around the bar, smirking widely and smugly as he did.

"Just remember you said that," Caroline replied, reaching for the glass, intending to drink it all while she followed in Nathan's wake. "No crying because I'm too mean or some other boy bullshit. You know who you're dealing with here."

Nathan turned around and walked backwards, smirk still firmly in place. "I am not afraid of you, Caroline."

And hey, that was true for both this game and all the other things she wanted to warn him about. He just wasn't afraid.

"So, bring it," he challenged, backing into the lounge and dropping down onto one of the couches. "Game on."

Game on. So not a phrase Caroline liked, being as those were the last words she heard as a human.

Ugh.

"I always bring it," she smirked, downing the drink fast. "Truth or dare, Nate."

Grinning, Nathan passed her the bottle so she could fill the glass again. He was going to be so so drunk and if he knew her, she'd be right there with him.

"It's Nathan and let's go..." Nathan tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Oh, what the hell, let's go truth first. Start it out easy because dares might mean getting up and I just got comfortable."

And Nathan figured he could guess a few of her dares and he wanted to put those off so he'd just trot out his unashamed self and see where that got him.

"Well, let's make this truth interesting, then," Caroline replied, thinking it over as she poured herself another glass and tilted her head toward her shoulder. "Hmm. Oh I know! Everyone's jealous of someone else for whatever reason, right? Who are you jealous of and why?"

"Hmm." It'd be cheating to say he wasn't jealous of anyone at all ever? And it'd be a lie since she'd seen his jealousy in action so maybe that was out. Interesting that she'd brought up jealousy up with her first question, though.

"I'm really fucking jealous of Jeremy because that twat gets my mum's attention more than I do lately," he said even if she probably guessed that. "Fucking whore doesn't deserve it. I don't even want to think of the things they're doing while I'm not around."

Ugh. Uuuuugh.

"And I'm kinda jealous of Professor Lee because that bitch is famous and rich and shit and I'm poor and beautiful and shit."

Nathan was jealous of his mother's boyfriend and some teacher? Wow.

Wow.

"Who's Professor Lee?"

Nathan was jealous of more than that but she hadn't said anything about the parameters and limitations of who he could name and who he couldn't name.

"The bloke who teaches our class on Friday," Nathan said, shrugging and drinking straight from the bottle. "I was being proper and respectful. The guy with the out of control eyebrows."

Look who was talking.

"Oh God, the sideburns are worse," Caroline replied, if only to avoid having to compare that teacher's eyebrows to Nathan's. "So you seriously want to be old, huh?"

"I didn't say that. I said I wanted to be rich and famous."

And some day he would be before getting felled by fucking milk. That was a story for another day.

"I don't plan on getting old even if I know I'd age fucking gracefully as shit. I've no plans to age past twenty two or so. That's it for me. I will be young, rugged, and studly forever."

Caroline was the only one sitting on this sofa who was never getting old, but she didn't have the heart to point that out.

"Why do you think you'll age so gracefully?"

"Because I've got excellent fucking genes."

And that was the only answer he was giving because he had other things to do now.

"Truth or dare, Caroline?" He'd gotten momentarily off track but that was firmly corrected.

"Dare," Caroline said firmly, tossing back another more-than-shot of whatever horrific whiskey he was making her drink. No way in hell she was giving Nathan free reign when there was alcohol involved.

Oh, too bad! Nathan did have high hopes that she'd choose truth at some point and he'd get to hear something juicy out of her. Still, he could work with a dare.

"Let's see," he said, tapping his chin. "I dare you to call up one of your friends from home, your choice, I don't care about that, and tell them something embarrassing as fuck. I don't care what you choose there either, I don't even care if you make it up."

Caroline rolled her eyes at him and dug her phone out of a pocket. "You don't care who or what I tell them. Excellent." This would be the easiest dare ever.

She sat with a hand up to prevent him from talking to her while she listened. "Voicemail," she whispered before brightening her voice. "Hey Damon, it's Caroline. Just wanted to call and let you know I'm sitting in a bar, playing Truth or Dare. Embarrassing as fuck, right? Ciao bello."

Her phone snapped shut and she turned back to Nathan with a smug smile. "Done!"

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