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Caritas | Wednesday

Nathan hadn't realized that today was gonna be a bit of a weird day when he'd woken up that morning. Nope, he'd just gone on with his business and did his thing and bummed around until he'd gone to work.

Now, as he breezed into work, ready to give Tino a great line about how excellent his life was in comparison to the other bartender's, what came out wasn't exactly what Nathan had been planning.

"I'm a leader, i'm a winner, and i'm cleaner
Cause i'm awesome
I don't need you cause i'm neato and i beat you
Cause i'm awesome
That’s right

They say i'm gifted, uh huh
Well i'm a certified prodigy
I'm gonna own you, uh huh
I'm gonna bring you to your knees!"

When that song ended, Nathan glanced around, gave Tino a warning look so he wouldn't laugh and headed right for the booze.

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Wanna sing? Here's the place to do it!

Wanna drink? Here's the place to do it!

"Something cool
I'd like to order something cool
It's so warm here in town
And this heat gets me down
And I'd like something cool," Quinn sang as she sat at the bar, and blinked.

"Sorry. Random lyrics forgot it was winter. Diet Coke with something in it?"

"Something like alcohol or something like...backwash?" Nathan asked oh so eloquently.

"Something like rum," Quinn said, and frowned. "What are my chances of getting backwash if I don't specify?"

"Depends on if I like you or not," Nathan said, starting to get her Diet Coke and rum together minus any backwash. He grinned because Quinn was gonna get lucky on that one considering he did like her.

He slid the drink in front of her and sang, "There's a cold bar stool for a hot-headed fool, and I'm gonna hop right to it.
Or a seat a table with a jug of black label when a 12-pack wont quite do."

He immediately made a face and shook his head. "This fucking island, I swear. I'm gonna be in fucking therapy already and I don't need this island adding to it."

"I think the singing's kind of cute," Quinn said, with the airy smile of someone who came from a musical. "Though the part at work where the maintenance staff were performing 'Macho Man' was a little disturbing."

"I don't sing," he said, adding a tiny umbrella to her drink before grabbing for his own beer. "I leave that to...everyone else."

See, he'd even relented on making fun of singers just for the sake of Quinn. "And if Tino starts fucking singing, I'm going to kick his ass so hard, he'll have a permanent pucker."

"Well, he's Tino," Quinn said dismissively. "You should do that just for the way his face looks."

She twirled her umbrella before tucking it behind her ear.

"Sing", she sang. "Sing a song. Sing out loud. Sing out strong."

Now, that she would not blame Nathan for making fun of.

And yeah, Nathan was gonna make fun of her for that one. He grinned around the rim of his beer and then settled the bottle back on the bar.

"And how does one sing out strong?" he had to ask. "Is that the same as pushing a really good crap out and tearing up?"

"Sing of happy, not sad" Quinn said and then made a face. "Great. Singing is fine, but sounding like a muppet is not."

She sipped her drink to keep herself from busting out with any further lyrics.

"You think this fucking island's gonna give you a choice of what you sing?" Nathan asked, raising an eyebrow. "You think it's that nice?"

Nathan thought it was as fucking evil twat, personally.

Quinn mock-glared at him.

"I'm in control, never gonna stop. Control, to get what I want. Control, I got to have a lot. Control, now I'm all grown up."

She .... kindasorta chose that?

"Wow, Quinn," Nathan said, taking another pull from his bottle. "I'm half expecting you to go put some fucking spandex on and do some exercises or something. Do you own legwarmers?"

"Fuck you," Quinn said, cheeks pinkening. "Janet Jackson is awesome. And legwarmers are practical."

"Practical for what?" Nathan drawled, snickering. "Practical for making you look like a spandex wearing twat?"

"For keeping your lags warm," Quinn said, sitting up straighter and trying to look dignified. "Dance studios are drafty."

"...have you actually been a dance studio to have personal experience?" Nathan asked curiously.

"Uh-huh," Quinn nodded. "I took dance classes when I was little and again before I got into cheer. It's fun."

For a princessy girl like Quinn, anyhow.

"Guessing you ... haven't."

"Why the fuck would I do a thing like that?" Nathan asked, shaking his head. "Cause I'm too cool. Yeah I'm too cool. To know you. Don't take it personal. Don't get emotional."

Immediately making a face, Nathan doused that singing in his beer and gagged.

"Like I'd get emotional over you," Quinn said, and giggled at Nathan's expression. "Too cool for me, hmmm? I'm all ashamed."

"Don't worry, I'm too cool for everyone," Nathan said, buffing his nails on his shirt and smirking. "There's me up here on this super duper high level and then there's everyone else below me."

He smirked again. "And some people get to be underneath me, of course."

"I heard Ramona went home or something," Quinn said. Which ... wasn't entirely a non sequitor.

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Nathan shrugged a shoulder and looked down. "Guess so. But, I'm moving forward, not backwards. Backwards, there's just shit and forwards there's roses and buttercups and nipples with whipped cream on them."

"Shut up and put your money where your mouth is," Quinn answered, philosophically. "That's what you get for waking up in Vegas"

She rolled her eyes at herself. "I mean, you have to do that, right? go for the ... creamy nipples or whatever."

"What makes you think I'm not going for the creamy nipples?" Nathan asked, shaking his head. "That makes me sad, Quinn!"

Quinn shook her head. "No, what I was trying to say before the lovely Katy Perry interlude was that I agreed. Sometimes crap happens, you just have to keep going."

A beat. "Also, creamy nipples sounds like the name of a horrible shot."

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Crap seemed to happen to him a lot. He just got over it and went on with his shitty life so he knew that philosophy well.

"Would you ever put whipped cream on your nipples?" Nathan felt compelled to ask.

"No," Quinn said promptly. "I really don't think food is sexy."

There were Issues talking.

"Would you?"

Nathan shrugged. "It'd depend on the reason, you know. I wouldn't be doing it just because I was fucking bored or my nipples were cold or something. That'd be a waist of good whipped cream."

"And I don't think it would keep you warm," Quinn mused. "It'd be like rolling around in milk after a couple minutes."

Because that was the important part.

"What would take for you to put cream on your nips?" Nathan wondered. "Money? I bet I could rustle up a few bucks!"

"You'd have to be a totally different person and catch me in a very good mood," Quinn said. "But I could give you money to do it instead."

"If I were a totally different person, I'd be a fucking loser!" Nathan pointed out, shaking his head. "I'd be fucking Tino!"

Quinn facepalmed. "A totally different person as in my boyfriend," she said. "Not you or Tino or one of the zombies in the band."

"Your boyfriend's Tino?" Yes, he deliberately misunderstood because he could. And it was fun. And it was funny to rub what Tino would never have in his face.

"Totally," Quinn lied, because she was pretty sure Nathan was just messing with her.

She turned toward Tino. "My, my my, you're like pelican fly. I mean, you're so shy, and I'm loving your tie.."

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"You love something about Tino!" Nathan said, bouncing on the balls of his feet and grinning. "I knew it, Quinn! I knew it!"

Wanna lounge? Here's the place to do it!

Wanna do...back room things? Here's the place to do it!

Wanna do OOC things? Here's the place to do it! And I'm around!

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