Caritas | Wednesday

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When Nathan wandered into the bar that night, he was still frowning over a few messages he'd gotten from his mum earlier in the day. He'd spent most of the day on the mainland, doing some shopping for himself (including a new pair of shoes he was wearing now and a new hoodie that he'd also donned because it was fucking colder than it should be) when he'd gotten a few texts asking about the possibility of him coming home for awhile this summer. Honestly, he'd been convinced that his mum hadn't wanted anything to do with him so he thought she'd been joking. She hadn't been and Nathan hadn't been able to answer with anything more than a lame 'I'll think about it.'

But, Nathan didn't want to spend his entire night frowning. He'd been doing that so much over the last few days that he was sure he'd given himself new wrinkles and that just wouldn't fucking do. His face was too beautiful for that. So, he broke out some whiskey, got himself a glass, poured the booze, and tossed it back. First but not last of the night. Once that was done, he grabbed both the glass and the bottle and wandered up to the stage. No, he wasn't going to fucking sing (he had to be drunker for that) but he did wanna do something ridiculous. So, he shooed the zombies off the stage and into the backroom before stepping up to the mic. "What should I do up here, Tino? Talk about the political situation in Ireland? It's fucked, man. Talk about how my mom wants me to come home for some reason? No fucking clue, mate. Oh, I got it, poetry slam!"

Right, Nathan was gonna recite poetry. "Let's see, let's see. The sun shines in the east, the wind blows from the west. My pants can barely contain the beast but that just means I'm blessed!"

Yeah, that was about how his poetry could go tonight.

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The Stage [Caritas 04/06]

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Where there is a...Nathan for the moment!

Re: The Stage [Caritas 04/06]

[vanillajello]

This visit came about for a variety of reasons. A drink seemed like a mighty fine idea today, for one, and Kate had kind of been meaning to check up on Nathan since the weekend too.

But first, there'd be some staring. Or a quizzical look and a headtilt, at least. But maybe that counted as checking up on him.

"... the hell are you doing?"

Re: The Stage [Caritas 04/06]

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"Reciting poetry," Nathan said like it was obvious. "Want me to wing one out about you, Kate? I bet I can dig deep into the depths of my creativity and find something specifically tailored to you!"

Re: The Stage [Caritas 04/06]

[vanillajello]

"Is it going to be rude?" she wondered. "'Cause if you're just gonna insult me, I don't think I should actively allow that. My delicate feelings might be hurt."

Re: The Stage [Caritas 04/06]

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"Kate, do I strike you as the mean type?" Nathan asked, hand to his heart. "I'm shocked, I really am. That hurts."

Re: The Stage [Caritas 04/06]

[vanillajello]

"No it doesn't," Kate replied, shaking her head. "You're mean. You'd be more genuinely shocked if I thought otherwise."

Re: The Stage [Caritas 04/06]

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Nathan shrugged and decided not to dispute that. Instead, he stepped away from the microphone and sat down on the edge of the stage, reaching for his drink.

"Sometimes, the world just needs a mean motherfucker to set it straight," he decided. "I take my job duties very seriously."

Re: The Stage [Caritas 04/06]

[vanillajello]

"Mm, and what exactly have you set straight lately?" Kate wondered, sauntering closer. "I didn't know meanness was such a potent force of change in the universe."

Re: The Stage [Caritas 04/06]

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"Lately?" Nathan shrugged and downed another glass of whiskey. "Not a fucking thing. Why set things straight when people can just fuck me over and sideways and inside out? I think it's become a hobby of some people, you know?"

Re: The Stage [Caritas 04/06]

[vanillajello]

"I'm sure it's not quite that bad," Kate felt obligated to reply, even if she kept her tone mild on that point. She glanced at the glass in his hand. "Is this about the weekend?"

Re: The Stage [Caritas 04/06]

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Nathan shrugged and leaned back on one of his hands. "Should it be?"

The Bar [Caritas 04/06]

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Where there is a Tino but feel free to grab Nathan as well!

Re: The Bar [Caritas 04/06]

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Sure it was probably going to be super awkward and Caroline didn't actually have a plan of anything to say, but still she showed up at the bar and took her usual seat.

"What's it take to get a drink in this place?" she asked, glaring at Tino before he could even think about helping her out with that. At least it was obvious she wanted to talk to Nathan?

Re: The Bar [Caritas 04/06]

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

Well, there was one person he hadn't expected to see. And she'd missed all his poetry to boot! How sad. Still, he was just jumping off the stage, drink in hand when she'd come in so circling around the bar and shooing Tino away was only natural.

"I made Kate recite a poem," he told her, shrugging and coming to stand across from her. He smiled though and kind of expected she wouldn't go for that. Nathan refilled his own drink before saying anything. "What sort of drink do you want? I'll decide payment once you decide what you want."

She probably wouldn't really have to pay unless she wanted something super complicated or super wimpy.

Re: The Bar [Caritas 04/06]

[puppywithatutu.livejournal.com]

Oh wow, he was making her drink whatever she wanted. This was possibly a first. And probably said something about where she stood. "Um...do you know how to make anything that calls for a little umbrella and fruit?"

Re: The Bar [Caritas 04/06]

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"Of course!" No, he had no clue. No fucking clue. "Just because I'm a bloke through and through doesn't mean I don't know how get a little in touch with my feminine side when it comes to doling out drinks to pretty girls. There's nothing to it, really. See, you find the liquor..."

And here, he pointed back at the liquor behind him. "And then you add something pink, add a dollop -- "

What the fuck was a dollop?

" -- of sugar and an umbrella and ta da! There's fruit, there's an umbrella and there's probably enough sugar in there to stop your heart."

Nathan paused and pursed his lips, looking down at the counter and back up at her a few times.

"I have no fucking clue how to make anything like that."

Re: The Bar [Caritas 04/06]

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Caroline smiled, amused by his little explanation. "Hmm. What do you know how to make, and can you add an umbrella and one of those awesome plastic swords stuck through cherries to it?"

She had such great hope that if she was super normal, things would just be normal.

Re: The Bar [Caritas 04/06]

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Nathan's drink expertise was somewhat limited to a few mixed drinks, pouring booze into glasses and beer. Maybe he wasn't the best bartender but he thought he made up for that in charm and wit.

"Booze, beer and a bevvy of mixed drinks," he told her before leaning on the counter some and stage whispering, "But it's not really a bevvy. It's like four kinds but shh, don't tell."

And then he leaned back and looked at her quietly for a moment.

"Or you can do what you usually do and drink mine."

Re: The Bar [Caritas 04/06]

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"Do I still get the little sword?" Caroline checked, trying not to get too excited that he was going to share. It was how they'd been forever, after all.

Re: The Bar [Caritas 04/06]

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"I will see if I can find one for you," he said but pushed his drink towards her before ducking down to dig through the various things behind the bar.

"Why do you want the sword so bad for anyway?" he called, tossing toothpicks and boxes and napkins aside. "Gonna stab me with it? If you're looking to add things to my impressive list of bruises and booboos, I'd suggest going for the heel of the boots I'm sure you're wearing or maybe a fingernail."

Re: The Bar [Caritas 04/06]

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"Nah, my fangs would work way better for that," she told him, less amused, but completely willing to fake light as she took a sip from his drink. It was always a terrible choice, and yet she did it every time.

"I just want the fruit, and also little swords are cute."

Re: The Bar [Caritas 04/06]

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Eventually, Nathan dug out a little blue sword and stood up to give it a few practice thrusts like an idiot. After skewering a few cherries with it, he reached over to drop it in the drink she now had.

"How's that?" he asked, crossing his arms and leaning against his side of the bar. "There's your fruit, there's your sword, there's your drink, there you are."

The Lounge [Caritas 04/06]

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Where there is refuge from Nathan's poetry!

The Back Room [Caritas 04/06]

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Where the zombies are for the moment! Beware the smell!

OOC [Caritas 04/06]

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Where there is an OOC and I am around! Posted early in case LJ's goes down again because the GCal notif staring at me from my inbox would drive me bananas.