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Caritas | Wednesday

Nathan didn't care about being in a proverbial paradise, he was still gonna stomp into work, pissy as hell for no good reason. Okay, maybe he had a few reasons but they were stupid and they shouldn't have been bothering him. They were.

Tino kept his distance because sometimes Tino wasn't a completely fucking moron but Nathan made Tino listen to his bitchiness on American pot dealers versus British pot dealers and how much easier it was to get shit in England than it was here because there was like a cop on every corner, holding his yank and waiting for some fuck up to come along.

Nathan bitched and moaned for awhile about that and didn't even notice it when Tino started drinking and drinking and drinking. Tino would be one drunk bartender soon.

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There is a band!

There are two bartenders!

Okay, so maybe Ramona was pissed for stupid reasons, too, but that didn't mean she didn't realize she'd probably have to be the bigger person here.

So she wandered in, seating herself at the bar and tapping her nails on the surface.

Nathan spotted her, of course, but he was gonna be a bit of a prick and gesture Tino to take care of her first. Tino stumbled down towards her, shaking his head and hating his life right now.

Ramona narrowed her eyes, then smiled slightly and crooked a finger at Tino, gesturing him closer to her so she could whisper in his ear. And once she was done, she motioned for him to go back to Nathan with what she'd told him.

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Tino wobbled over to Nathan and slurred the words Ramona had told him in Nathan's ears. Nathan's eyes widened for a second and then he shook his head.

"Yeah fucking right," he voiced, not believing it. "You're a liar."

Ramona shrugged. "Take that chance, then. You're the one who'd be missing out. My tongue will appreciate the rest."

"Whatever," Nathan said and shoved Tino down the bar again. Tino nearly fell on his face but recovered admirably. Nathan came to stand in front of Ramona, keeping his face blank. "What do you want?"

"Sex on the beach," she said, naming the first off-color named drink she could think of.

"Sure," Nathan said mildly, stepping back and lazily fixing her some kind of drink. He honestly did not know if it was a sex on the beach but he doubted she knew either.

"You gonna go for handjobs if the drinks not good?" he wondered, sliding the drink towards her. "Give a bloke a little wank because he gave you a little drink?"

"It's a tip," she said, shaking her head. "I'm not tipping at all if the drinks aren't good. Or the service."

"Oh, boo hoo," Nathan said, crossing his arms. "Guess I'll have to go get that handjob from someone that appreciates my services."

He was...still pissy, yes.

"What's your deal?" she wondered mildly. She knew why she was pissy.

"What's my deal with what?" Nathan asked, dropping an umbrella in her drink before reaching back and grabbing himself a bottle of Jack Daniels. It was American shit but it'd do. "I'm afraid you're going to have to be more specific."

"Why are you being a bitchy asshat?" she clarified. Helpfully. "I know why I'm mad. Why the fuck are you?"

"What, you can't figure it out?" Nathan asked before smacking the counter and then his head. "Oh, that's right! You can't read me. Silly me, forgetting about that. Well, I'm sure it'll come to you. What the fuck do you have to be mad about?"

"I can read you better than most, I think," Ramona replied, eyeing him. "But don't you, like, pride yourself on being unreadable?"

She was ignoring that last bit.

"I pride myself on having a huge cock," Nathan quipped, rolling his eyes. "If that obscures the rest of me, well, take it up with my cock. Give it a nudge, maybe make it some coffee and wait a bit and I'm sure it'll listen to reason."

She just stared at him. "I'm not going to be nudging anything if you keep acting like an asshole. What's your problem?"

Frankly she wasn't going to be nudging anything, anyway, since she'd put it out on the line and he'd...kind of ignored that, but she was ignoring that.

"So, take your shit and go home," Nathan said, gesturing to her drink with a hand and shrugging. "That's what you do when you don't get your way, ain't it? Close yourself off and throw a fucking mental tantrum?"

Ramona raised a brow. "What are you talking about?"

"That's not the way you work?" Color Nathan surprised. Or color him unconvinced. "Huh, maybe I was wrong. First time for everything, right?"

He still didn't think he'd been wrong.

There is a back room!

There is an OOC and I have to work for a few hours tonight so mod Tino for fast service or it'll be SP till I get home later this evening!

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