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tripledmyself.livejournal.com

Nathan was making plans. Graduation was coming up and after that hit, he had plans to take the fuck off and never come back. Well, not to this place, at least. It'd been chill for awhile but he was bored and he missed England and truly, he missed his friends. So, he was hitting the fucking road after he graduated and he wasn't gonna look back.

But, he'd miss the fucking free booze like crazy which was why he was getting off his ass drunk right now. He had to make up for all the beer and shit he'd have to pay for once he was back in England.

...or maybe he'd just kill himself for money on the telly and become a gazillionaire. That sounded like a plan.

Current Mood: busy

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

When Wednesday rolled around, Nathan was ready to fucking drink and drink well. Graduation was coming up which meant he had to decide what to do with his life (as his mum put it) and she hadn't liked his answer of 'fuck off and get wasted.'

She'd even sent him a package of university brochures that he'd lugged to work and that were currently spread out over the bar. Nathan wasn't looking at them though. He was using them as coasters.

Current Mood: blah

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

Nathan ~~and his player~~ almost forgot about his shift tonight. He didn't rush in or anything stupid like that but he did stroll in very late, already half drunk and reeking of something that wasn't cigarette smoke.

Tino rolled his eyes and took up a spot at the end of the bar to be away from that stench. Nathan just smirked and started drinking anew. It wasn't a good night unless he got rip roaring drunk, you see.

Current Mood: drunk

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

Today, Nathan was on his phone. Oh, he definitely still had a drink in his hand but Kelly had called, bored as fuck, and who was Nathan to decline a request to entertain? He was currently telling Kelly, in detail, all the things he'd done when he'd been a girl a little while ago. Kelly kept making gagging noises but she wasn't hanging up so Nathan knew she liked it.

Tino was keeping his distance tonight even if he was kind of interested. But, he wouldn't tell anyone that.

Current Mood: accomplished

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

There was no sign of Nathan tonight. He was there, he was just getting himself good and drunk in the back room because he fucking felt like it. Tino was at the bar though, ready to get anyone drinks who might want them.

Current Mood: drunk

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

It was getting to the point that even Tino was starting to look a little good to Nathan. What in the fuck was going on here? When that thought first impeded, Nathan punched himself in the face and banished Tino to the stock room.

Now, he was gulping down Irish whiskey and glaring at the band because they were taking turns looking at him like he was dinner and not the...there was no good kind with them! Ugh, gross.

Nathan kept drinking and wondered how in the fuck he was gonna get this feeling to go the fuck away.

Current Mood: cranky

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

So, it was another Wednesday which meant Nathan was there and he was propped up behind the bar, drinking. Tino was off somewhere (Nathan didn't keep tabs on him) so it was just Nathan and the bang which meant...not a whole fucking lot.

Basically, Nathan called out songs for them to play and kept drinking. So, you know, typical Wednesday night for him.

Current Mood: blah

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

Today, Nathan had bet Tino a month's pay that he couldn't go up on stage and sing Bette Milder's most famous song and get a standing ovation from the zombie band. Tino, being a dumbass, took the bet (because money was money) and was now up there belting the song out like a twat.

Too bad Nathan had bribed the band earlier to just boo Tino the fuck off the stage. Hey, no one said he played fair.

Current Mood: devious

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

There wasn't much going on at Caritas tonight. Nathan hadn't been in a mood to torment Tino so he'd just taken up a spot behind the bar and started to drink. Tino was making bets with himself about how long Nathan's silence and politeness by default would last.

Tino had one hour down at the very latest. He didn't think Nathan would last near that long. Only time would tell!

Current Mood: good

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

It might have been colder than a witch's tit outside but that wasn't gonna stop Nathan from eating an ice cream cone behind the bar tonight. Look, he'd nicked it from a shop on the mainland (it'd been the easiest thing to grab and he'd been fucking hungry) and he wasn't gonna let it go to waste. Sure, it wasn't his favorite but what the hell, it'd been free.

Tino was giving him a look that Nathan had dubbed the 'I'm Tino and I suck' look. In reality, Tino was just probably nauseous because Nathan was sprinkling rum onto the ice cream every so often. It was a delicacy okay!

Current Mood: hungry

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

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.

Current Mood: weird

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

Tino had apparently been under the impression that Nathan had quit because he looked positively devastated when Nathan showed up again. Nathan, always one to be polite and courteous to all, told Tino that he'd been in here earlier doing inventory and one of the bottles of liquor had some backwash in it.

Unfortunately, Nathan couldn't remember which one so he tasked Tino with finding it. That'd keep them both busy for awhile. Nathan, of course, would be laughing his ass off.

Current Mood: amused

endsthegame

During the afternoon, workers had built up a large firepit in the center of the park. Smaller ones were built a short distance away from it, just to make sure nobody froze during the festivities.

There was ice on the pond, thick ice, and someone had set up a small booth alongside it renting out skates for the night. Closer to the bonfire, there was a buffet, partly already cooked (and with cocoa, too!), partly set up with raw meat, fish, marshmallows and vegetables for the more enterprising crowd who might want to roast something over one of the fires.

Lights hung in the trees, and the fires blared merrily. Fandom was ready for the changing of the years, and all were welcome.

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! | Arrive/Mingle | Food & Drink | By the Bonfires | Skating | Countdown | FIREWORKS! HAPPY NEW YEAR! | OOC ]]

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

What he thought had been a joke apparently wasn't a joke. And really, Nathan liked thinking that his mum and his friends disappearing was a joke instead of them just being...gone because something was fucking attacking them.

He was uncharacteristically quiet tonight while behind the bar. He was drinking and thinking, trying to figure out if he should go home in the hopes that maybe this thing would give the people he cared about back or if he should stay here and try and protect the most important person in the world:

Himself.

It was a confounding conundrum. Yes, it was. And Nathan was probably going to be balls drunk before he figured it out too. Oh well.

Current Mood: crappy

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

So thanks to the combined efforts of Student Council members and non-members alike, a Thanksgiving dinner had been put together in the Community Center. There were pies, there were casseroles, there were other ~~moddable~~ edible things, and then there were the rolls made out of pie crust.

Thank you, Karla.

Come in and enjoy a Thanksgiving dinner where your friends and relatives wouldn't disappear on you! Probably!

[[open to all!]]

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

Nathan wasn't paying much attention to the bar tonight. Instead, he was on the phone, cursing up a blue streak at Curtis and trying to convince his stupid ass that he did know a Kelly and a Barry and an Alisha (new since last night). Curtis insisted it was just Nathan and himself in community payback.

And then Nathan started yelling at him about how this wasn't a nice thing to do and how much of a dickhead he was and how he hated his stupid stuck up hair. Tino sighed from the other end of the bar and wondered how much of Nathan's spittle he'd have to clean up after this round of arguing.

Current Mood: angry

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

Nathan and Tino were playing strip poker tonight. Now, before everyone went and got their panties all wadded up and stuck in their ass cracks, Nathan was fully clothed and Tino was only down two shoes and a sock because, lucky for everyone, the game had just started. Nathan wasn't sure if he wanted to see Tino naked but he damn sure wanted to win.

If that meant seeing Tino's pride and joy, well, he'd just close his eyes and hope it wasn't malformed or something. When Nathan won another hand (Tino was a terrible bluffer), he slapped the bar and said, "Lose something, my man!"

And Tino was down both socks now. He was well on his way to losing. Nathan loved that.

Current Mood: creative

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

There wasn't much going on tonight at Caritas. Tino was down at one end of the bar, actually doing some work since the other bartender in attendance wasn't doing a goddamn thing.

Nathan wasn't behind the bar tonight. Nope, he was out in front of it, sitting on one stool with his legs kicked up on another and tossing peanuts at the band on the stage while they played songs he requested. Sometimes he requested songs when they were still playing something else just to fuck them up and make their arms fall off. If that happened, he made Tino go and tape them back up and the whole cycle started again.

Nathan was such a nice boy.

Current Mood: blank

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

For what felt like the first time in a long time, Nathan was getting the opportunity to just sit his ass behind the bar and drink. For the past few weeks, things just seemed to be happening and he'd just been letting Tino handle it but now, he could gorge on free booze and annoy Tino.

It was shaping up to be a decent night. He'd already nailed Tino in the temple with a cherry and now he was trying to drop toothpicks down his pants. It took very little to entertain dear Nathan.

Current Mood: amused

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

After a week off, Nathan returned to Caritas expecting some fanfare. When he walked in, there was no fanfare. The band wasn't even on stage. Nope, they were all sitting around the bar with Tino, playing a fucking game of Scrabble.

"Get the fuck back to work!" Nathan yelled, shooing them all away. "If you fucks left body parts and dead skin behind here, I am going to make Tino lick it up!"

Tino looked so thrilled. Nathan got himself a drink and took up a spot behind the bar.

Current Mood: annoyed

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

Nathan felt like ass when he wandered into Caritas that night. He gave Tino the finger, bypassed all the fucking booze and dragged a chair into the back room so he could sit there with his huge fucking headache and his misery. Tino left Nathan alone once it looked like he was gonna be the one manning the bar tonight.

Caritas is open and you are free of the rude Irish guy tonight!

Current Mood: sick

iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com

As was traditional, the start of the end of Parents' Weekend featured plenty of food, benches, chairs, and coffee in the park. After all, the Student Council couldn't let the parents be weirded out one last time without a feast.

The sky was a little overcast, but the temperatures were still above normal, which was a lucky break for the final day of the weekend.

[OOC: Have fun!]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

It had taken some time, but everything was set. The community center had been tatefully decorated and looked nice and welcoming, the stage was set, all the technical kinks had been worked out, there were refreshments set out for after the show, and things were finally ready. Now all that was needed were the guests and the talent.

Come one, come all! Grab a seat, and check out all the talent Fandom has to offer!

[Omg OCD ~~a'comin'.~~ a'here! Ladies and gentlemen, start your pinging!]

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

The day had dawned crisp and clear, but by the time afternoon had rolled around... it was really still kind of ridiculously warm for fall. People could probably get away with not wearing a sweater, even.

Which made rather good weather for a picnic, convenient since that was the traditional way of kicking off the Fandom High Parents' (and assorted other relatives, friends, acquaintances, or sometimes even enemies, but that was harder to fit nicely on a banner) Weekend. So there were rows of picnic tables decked out in blue and yellow, laid out with just about any sort of foodstuff one could imagine. And just in case there was any lingering doubt as to the purpose of the picnic, a glittery banner (Petra's work, naturally) adorned the registration tables:
( WELCOME TO PARENTS' WEEKEND 2011! )

[ooc: ocd up! registration / security / food & drink / mingling / post two ]

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

Nathan was a little late getting into work tonight which meant he didn't have much time to joke on Tino because he had to open shit up, poor booze and get a nice buzz started. Tino seemed just fine with this and mostly stayed out of Nathan's way. Any day where he didn't get hit with bottle caps or glasses was a good day for Tino.

Nathan was actually distracted by this weekend and what he and Kelly could do to get into trouble. They were gonna have to get trashed somewhere and he kind of wanted to see Kelly punch the shit out of someone. He figured he'd just make it so someone bumped into her and she got pissed.

Easy as pie.

Current Mood: thoughtful

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

Nathan wasn't doing much of anything today. He was drinking (of course) but every time he finished a shot of whatever alcohol he'd poured, he would sling the shot glasses down to Tino's end of the bar and giggle when they clinked against each other. Tino would shoot him a dirty look and start collecting the glasses to wash before Nathan started the whole process all over again.

He was easily entertained and Tino's dirty looks were fucking hilarious. Nathan even named it Shot Glass Bowling which didn't make much sense to Tino since it wasn't anything like bowling but he wasn't going to bring that up. He'd just grumble and collect glasses.

Current Mood: artistic

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

The stupid weekend was thankfully in the rear view mirror and that was where it should stay in Nathan's opinion. He wasn't Nate and he wasn't...wearing some other bloke's ugly face. He was fine how he was and when he came into work, he badgered Tino into reassuring him.

Now, he was leaning against the counter and downing shots because that's what one did at a bar. Once he drained a shot glass, he slid it down the counter to where Tino was collecting the assortment and shaking his head.

Current Mood: apathetic

doyoufondue.livejournal.com

The place was decorated in a classic, tasteful this afternoon. It was going to be a small, quiet affair that the entire town was invited to because what was the point of having a wedding if all the people you don't like couldn't show up to glower at you and your happiness?

No point at at, that's right.

It was going to be an event to... kill for?

[[OCD ~~coming~~ is up!]]

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

There was absolutely no explanation given as to why or how Charles Bass-possibly-Stark-who-knows-anymore came back from the dead after getting gutted during the last episode but did anybody really need care? He brought in the ratings and, by god, he was going to survive this time.

When Charles stepped into Caritas the dramatic music from the zombies swelled and his scarf blew in the wind that came seemingly out of nowhere.

"Tino, to the distillery. I require a bit of the Shine," Charles ordered. "And stop playing Dueling Banjos when you're down there, it freaks people out."

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

It was Wednesday night which meant Nathan was back behind the bar, slinging drinks and making Tino's life hell. Tonight, Nathan had even added an ice cream cone to the mix because he'd been hungry on the way in and the ice cream looked too damn good to resist.

He'd brought two and he'd started to offer one to Tino. Surprised, Tino had started to smile before Nathan had dropped the opened ice cream cone onto the floor at Tino's feet. He'd laughed as he'd walked away.

That had been an excellent waste of money.

Current Mood: amused

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

It was the new semester and Nathan was ready for it. It sucked that he'd missed the picnic but he figured he'd meet anyone he wanted to meet over the next few weeks. He was a friendly guy and everyone should want to meet him, in his opinion. Nathan's ego was nice and healthy, if you hadn't picked that up.

Tonight, he'd broken into the booze early and had set up a line of shot glasses on the bar. He'd tried to challenge Tino to a drinking contest but Tino was having none of it. He'd retreated to the other end of the bar and was already mentally prepping himself to call the poison control center in case Nathan needed his stomach pumped.

Fuck it though, if Tino wasn't gonna drink with him, Nathan was gonna have himself a little party in Caritas. He'd gotten the band to kick up the music and was even dancing his way around the bar while he drank.

Current Mood: creative

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

Nathan was distracted tonight. That was good news for Tino since that meant he wasn't going to bear the brunt of being Nathan's entertainment. That was bad news for the booze since Nathan was sucking it down like candy.

Tino was giving him an ample vomit zone and making sure he wasn't paying much attention to Nathan because he didn't want to be tasked with clearing up any puke that wasn't his. He had priorities.

Current Mood: discontent

vanillajello

It felt funny to be having her last shift after already having had a goodbye party at work, but that was what Kate was doing now. It would've felt even weirder not to work her last shift, to be honest, when she wasn't actually leaving until tomorrow – a fact which she was trying her hardest not to think about.

Luckily, she had enough things to distract herself with. She reorganized the concessions stand one last time, then wandered around the lobby taking pictures of damn near everything. She'd been ~~handwavily~~ doing that a lot elsewhere around town too, after coming back from her trip to Indonesia. She couldn't help wanting tangible proof she'd actually been here, like it was possible that once in Kansas, she'd start thinking Fandom had all been a wacky dream. Like some Dorothy.

So, she took photographs. She even snapped a few pictures of Box Office Guy, who was trying his hardest to ignore her. He was also still sniffling a bit, though he was meekly claiming it was because of Kate's pick for the day's movie, though that was... not exactly a credible excuse.

NOW SHOWING
Chilling Evening

Sure, it was a vampire flick and she tended to stay away from those these days, but... Somehow, it felt appropriate for her last Fandom days, and it wasn't as if she was going to have to watch it (and she wasn't going to be able to – the main character's mom would make sure of that). Plus, Colin Farrell was hot.

MST3000 was open for business, and totally mourning the fast-approaching loss of its favorite employee.

mouthy-merc.livejournal.com

It was Saturday night and time to grab your best gal for one heck of a dance. Or your best guy. Maybe your best sentient robot. Look, Fandom didn't judge your lifestyle choices.

The community center was decorated with the requisite streamers and glittery things to make it look like a disco threw up all over the 50's. But it was hardly a dance without unfortunate glitter, right? Right!

So, throw on a poodle skirt (or leather jacket) and get ready for a good time! And remember, this dance is open to all!

[[~~Plz to be waiting for the~~ OCD is up!]]

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

There were things coming up that Nathan didn't want to think about. He still liked to deny that he had feelings because that meant he was still the blackhearted sonofabitch he'd been when he'd shown up to the island. He couldn't let people know he'd grown a heart and maybe had a squishy underside.

Tino was out near the stage, sweeping and not bothering anyone which made him a prime fucking target for Nathan's bottle caps. He'd made it into a game: ten points if he hit him in the head, five for the shoulder and a shot if he missed Tino entirely.

It was safe to say Nathan was gonna be pretty fucking drunk by the end of the night.

Current Mood: cranky

dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com

Ramona didn't do it often, but girl knew how to throw a party. Granted, at the age of seventeen, she hadn't been to a ton of college parties, but she'd been to enough to emulate them effectively.

She'd gotten to the beach early enough to set up a couple beer pong tables, along with one for flip cup. There were several kegs of (really, really cheap -- might as well go for the full college draw here) beer, and nearby those, she'd placed an assortment of liquors and mixers. There was no bartender or anything for this party -- not only to fit with the theme, but also because Ramona was cheap and practical. See also the traditional red party cups she'd gotten for their drinks!

There were, however, tiki torches and a bonfire, and she'd sprung for festive little umbrellas to go in the drinks. Ramona hadn't really wanted to go totally tropical for this thing, but she'd dressed relatively beachy for her -- she was wearing a sundress, at least, over her swimsuit, and she had a little white flower in her blue hair.

She was determined to make sure Kate didn't miss any of that vital college experience. Because clearly, this was the important stuff.

[up early for sp and to accommodate time zones since SOME people live in like the north pole or whatever! all students (except topher) are welcome!]

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

It was Nathan's night at the bar and while he was there, he was a little preoccupied with a game on his phone. Look, he'd just fucking installed it, it let him kill things and he was taking today off since he'd been so diligent in defending the bar last week.

If Tino knew he thought that, he'd be tempted to punch Nathan but he didn't so he continued on oblivious. And Nathan was oblivious to him, deciding the game was more important than paying attention.

Current Mood: contemplative

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

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.

Current Mood: anxious

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

Nathan was definitely at work tonight but he was concentrating on his drinking. It'd been a long fucking week, he was cold and there were many, many liquors he hadn't yet tried. He was gonna fix that tonight.

Tino had the number for the rescue squad on speed dial. He figured a stomach pumping was in the future for dear ol' Nathan.

Current Mood: determined

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

Chuck was doing an excellent job blocking out the chittering of annoying teenage girls. Basically it took a lot of scotch and knowing that if things got too annoying he could go back into the office and lock the door. But for now he was sitting behind the bar, watching what was going on out of the corner of his eye and smacking Tino with his cane if he refused to do something Caroline or her redneck-voiced little friend asked him to do.

Tino looked miserable. That made the party worth it already.

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

Nathan still hated the fucking snow. He had to wear like five pairs (okay, not really) of underwear just to keep his fucking balls from freezing. England got cold but they never got this cold and never in fucking July.

He was grouchy when he arrived so he ordered Tino to go out and sweep the fucking walkway so no one fell and broke their bloody neck. Tino obliged with few objections leaving Nathan alone in the bar. Well, that got boring quick so Nathan stalked over to the door and started throwing glasses of water onto the walkway to ice it up.

If Tino slipped and fell, well, Nathan would laugh his ass off. Tino was just grumbling and shoveling and probably contemplating hitting Nathan in the head with the shovel.

Current Mood: grumpy

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

There were no ponies or other four legged animals in the bar tonight. Everyone had two legs (well, save for when the zombies started losing limbs) and two arms and the only mane in the bar was Nathan's luxurious head of hair so everything was good.

Luckily for Tino, Nathan hadn't really paid attention to the whole horse thing so he left Tino alone about the fact that he'd been a fucking horse for two days. Lucky Tino. Instead, Nathan was on a mission tonight. He was on a mission to get himself nice and drunk so he could stumble home and maybe pass out. He hadn't had a good night of drunken debauchery in awhile.

So, Nathan was drinking and Tino was taping up the zombies.

Current Mood: drunk

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

Nathan was in a much better mood this week than he was last. That made him less likely to snap at Tino and meant Tino's mouth was safe from getting a rag stuffed into it. Nathan, instead, was feeling creative. He was not much of a mixed drinks guy, preferring to go for liquor straight from the bottle, so he decided to invent some things tonight.

Did butterscotch schnapps, sangria and bourbon go together? Probably not but that was Nathan's first creation and Tino was gonna be the test dummy if he got no other takers. Poor, poor Tino.

Current Mood: creative

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

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.

Current Mood: cranky

stars_and_money

It had taken some doing to get a decent party together on an island currently off the coast of Atlantis, but the Darlings knew that all things were possible with enough money and a few well-placed tantrums from Juliet. And so the pre-Fourth of July summer fiesta came to be.

Chinese paper lanterns marked off a section of the beach, and a mix of popular music came from the DJ booth in one corner. A barbecue-themed buffet was set up in a tent, which also hosted a few small tables and chairs for anyone who needed to take a break.

Once the sun was all the way down, a special fireworks display was scheduled to go off -- just to add that special finishing frisson to the night.

[OOC: Open to all! Emails of handwavy invitation went out to the students.]

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

Yeah, yeah, Nathan strolled in late to work tonight. Tino started to scowl but Nathan shut him up by shoving a rag into his mouth. It wasn't the nicest thing to do but Nathan hadn't had the nicest few days and he really didn't want to be lectured by some jock strap licking bartender.

The funny thing was that Tino actually kept the rag in his mouth for awhile. He just stared and glared at Nathan and pointed to the rag like he hadn't realized he could just pull it out himself. Yeah, Nathan was just going to laugh and mimic him. Tino was such a twat.

Current Mood: bitchy

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

Nathan wasn't coming to Caritas alone tonight. Ramona had turned into a fucking blue chick right in front of him and even he wasn't that big of a dickhead to leave her alone in her alcove. So, he'd carried the blue chick to Caritas and was letting her walk around on the counter while he poured himself a drink.

Tino started scowling when he poured some whiskey in a saucer and put the blue chick in front of it. Tino kept scowling when Ramona started drinking it and Nathan just started laughing. He wouldn't let her drink enough to harm her but come on, maybe she wanted to wet her beak!

Current Mood: curious

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

So, the island had moved again. That was all well and good and it was also something Nathan hadn't paid much attention to until he'd walked into work. That's where he saw Tino dressed up in full cowboy gear.

Nathan opened his mouth several times to say something, to make fun of him, to ask him where he'd gotten that fucking getup but nothing had come out each time he'd tried. The outfit spoke for itself. It made Tino look fucking ridiculous but Nathan was just grateful that Tino hadn't gone for the worst thing of all: assless chaps.

That didn't mean Nathan was looking at Tino's ass or anything so don't get any ideas. Tino's ass was not a focal point for Nathan. Ew. He was getting nauseous just thinking about it.

Current Mood: grateful

auntie-vida.livejournal.com

Vida had gotten an early start in the park to set things up for the Strawberry Social. It had been chilly and damp when she arrived, but a stern glare at the clouds had sent them fleeing, and the sun was shining over the park now, making for a bright and sunny day. There was danceable music playing and plenty of places to stretch out and enjoy the sun.

Several picnic tables were laid end to end, covered with red table cloths and adorned with edible arrangements. There were plates to load up with food, which was available in plenty, including just about every strawberry dish imaginable. Vida had also thoughtfully provided red flowers to tuck in the hair and red scarves for those who might be feeling red-deficient.

[~~Please stand by for OCD.~~ All systems go!]

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: She's A Lady - Patti La Belle

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

Tino didn't faint when Nathan showed up today. Nathan was almost disappointed but he figured you couldn't pull the 'back from the dead' card that often and have it work. So, he just wandered in, gave Tino a few friendly thumps on the back and took up his position behind the counter.

He'd missed freeze booze in the time he was gone so he wasted absolutely no time in breaking into it and getting himself started on a nice, good bender. It'd been awhile since he'd had one of those too.

Being alive definitely was better than being dead.

Current Mood: refreshed

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---       Student Newspaper
---       IC Social Media Posts

Off-Island Travel
---       FH Trips

Once Upon a Time...
---       FH Wishverse AU

Out-of-Character Comms

---       Main OOC Comm
---       Plot Development
---       OOC-but-IC Fun

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