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.