fandomtownies | Caritas

Current Mood: anxious

Entry tags:

Caritas | Wednesday

Nathan thought he should get a fucking medal for coming into work tonight. There were all kinds of creepy crawling things out there and that, in combination with being moved back to the dorms and the reports on the radio, meant Nathan was a little on edge.

With that in mind, Nathan had ordered Tino to fucking go stand guard at the door to keep anything out of Caritas. Yeah, there was a sanctuary spell and shit but that didn't mean things couldn't slink in and make him piss himself.

Not that he was really one to piss himself. Often. Or something. Whatever, Tino was the fucking muscle today and Nathan was just gonna drink to relax himself.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"You wound me," she said, shrugging and tossing back the shot, already starting to feel a little woozier than she'd like. But fuck it, she'd just sober up before they had to get home. "Woooound me. And if you're gonna get me drunk, I want something that tastes better. This is like a bull's piss filtered through astringent."

"I thought you weren't gonna get drunk," Nathan said, looking amused. "Weren't you being all moral and brave and noble just a few minutes ago? What happened to that shit?"

"Changed my mind," she replied airily. "I can do that, you know."

"I'm not a fucking moron," Nathan said and filled her glass again, already thinking she was a real lightweight when it came to drinking. "You can change your mind and I can change my mind about serving you so be nice."

"I'm nice!" she assured him, and while she wasn't slurring or anything yet, this would be her fourth shot, so being a little dizzy didn't make her a lightweight, thank you.

(She was a total lightweight, shhh.)

"I kissed you hello and I was cute with you," she pointed out. "I don't do that with anyone else."

"And then you got all pre-menstrual because you thought I was keeping secrets," Nathan pointed out, wondering if she was gonna pass the fuck out right there in front of him. "So, to me, you've been nice and then been not nice. You've canceled stuff out."

"I can uncancel it," she assured him, still maintaining her balance and clarity of voice okay. Even if 'uncancel' wasn't a word. "I'm here to make you feel better about the scary crap, you know. That's why I came."

"Who says I needed to feel better?" Nathan asked, raising an eyebrow. "You're making me sound like a fucking girl, Ramona. A fucking scared girl who'd rather keep her knees together than explore the world around her."

"Maybe I wanted to feel better," she said quietly, not snapping it or anything, just saying it to her glass. "Maybe I'm scared, even if you aren't, and maybe making sure you're okay makes me feel better, okay? Do I have to spell that out?"

Obviously she did. Come on, she had to stop expecting him to read between lines when it came to things like this. He wasn't able to and he tended not to try.

"Why are you scared?" Nathan asked, leaning against the bar.

"'Cause apparently deer are attacking people!" she said, swirling her drink. "And fucking Simon's all 'I have a bad feeling about this,' and I do too but it blows hearing it from someone else. Especially Simon, with his fucking ominous Britishness. And I'm all antsy, and restless, and I guess people are getting sick or whatever? It just feels like...I dunno. Being able to hit something really hard might not cut it this time."

Poor Ramona, telling all of this to someone who didn't really go for encouraging talks or super mushy comfort. He was just one to listen and smirk and laugh at someone confessing their fears to him. Thankfully, he just kept his reaction to a smirk this time.

"Barry's ominous?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Barry? That guy? You know what you're hearing? Because things are only coming out of his ass, not being shoved up it."

Simon wasn't gay.

"And he's just all pent up and sexually frustrated because no one's gonna milk his udders."

"First of all, gross," she said, shaking her head. What was weird was that she had known he wouldn't be all touchy-feely-comforty, and she'd said it anyway, because that wasn't really what she needed, anyway. "You're very poetic, but gross. Secondly, shut up, he's totally ominous, with his fucking giant eyes and his quietness and how straight his hair is. Half the time I feel like I'm talking to the kid from that movie about the devil. Not that Simon's possessed, but someone needs to fucking loosen that guy up."

With this pronouncement, she tossed her shot back, holding the glass out for more. She didn't want him to hold her and tell her it was going to be okay. She wanted him to help her forget that it might not.

"You think Barry's possessed by the fucking devil?" Nathan asked, laughing and filling her glass up again. "Or is this just your way of thinking he'd be all devilish sexually and wanting to give that ride a go 'round?"

"Why are you so obsessed with the idea of me fucking my roommate?" she wondered. A very easy answer occurred to her, but she brushed it aside. "Trying to get rid of me? Passing me off to the next available dude with an accent?"

"I'm not obsessed!" he argued, shaking his head. "Why are you so intent on making assumptions about me?"

He could ask questions too!

"You bring it up allllll the time!" she drawled, laughing. "And I'm not making assumptions. I'm guessing. It's not like you're real forthcoming about what goes on in that fluffy head of yours."

"Are you gonna bring that shit up again?" Nathan asked, rolling his eyes. "Why the fuck do you wanna know what I'm thinking so badly? Ammo? Gossip? Give you something good to write about on your bloooog."

"No, just 'cause I'm interested in you," she said, shrugging. Booze made her honest. "And I'm really self-centered and like knowing if you think about me and if it's good shit. And also, I don't blog. I've had sex, Nathan. I have no need to live on the internet in some dark, sad room."

"You're drunk." And yes, he pretty much avoided touching on anything she'd just said there. "How are you such a fucking lightweight? How? You can carry a giant sized mallet but you can't hold your booze?"

"Only a little drunk," she said amiably. "I dunno! Wanna see my hammer? You never have. You don't even know."

"Is it an invisible hammer?" Nathan asked, raising an eyebrow. "Because, unless you've got that hammer shoved up your ass, you don't have it here."

Ramona just held her hand out to her side, laying it on the bar, and almost immediately, a hammer nearly as tall as she was appeared in it with a blue glow.

"No. It wasn't up my ass."

"Jesus fucking Christ," Nathan said, stumbling backwards and nearly falling into the liquor bottles lined up behind him. "How did you do that?"

She shrugged. "It's just how it works. I dunno. Don't fall down."

Caritas | Wednesday

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]

Re: The Bar [Caritas 08/03]