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Post by nate on Aug 17, 2011 0:43:07 GMT -5
 i wanted love,
i needed love,
most of all
Nate gazed into the impeccably polished finish of the teak bar. He could almost, almost see his big, hazel eyes glaring back at him. Nate sighed. That seemed to be the only life he could see anywhere, save the bartender who gave him a few quick glances as if to ask if he’d like a refill every now and then. Nate swished the thin layer of liquid around in his glass, enjoying the familiar clink of the ice against the fine crystal. What was the point of even being twenty-one if you were going to drink alone all the time? Nate wasn’t a drunkard. He barely even got trashed. Alcohol was just a nice way to end a rough week.
And what a rough week it had been. Summer is supposed to be fun and relaxing, right? To Nate, it was more like school was his break. Then he could immerse himself in politics and world events and the international political economy and statistics. Those were abstract. They where someone else’s problems. He ran his hands through his thick dark hair and raised his eyebrows at the bartender as if beckoning for another drink. He nodded when asked if he’d like another G&T, not caring what the tab was going to be when he was finished. Money was never an object. Maybe he would be better off if it was.
Nate just liked gin and tonics. When he was younger, he didn’t believe that tonic water and club soda were different things. He’d attempted to make a “virgin g&t” when he was very little, probably about fourteen. He’d poured club soda into a flimsy foam cup, then squeezed a sour slice of lime into it. Needless to say, this was absolutely disgusting. Later in high school, he’d learned that tonic water was actually sweet, and dare he say delicious? Since then, he really only drank gin and tonics, other than the occasional tumbler of cognac. Tonic water on its own, even, was a tasty, refreshing, and healthier alternative to soda when he was craving a can. Not like his sister and her Mountain Dew addiction. She downed that vile shit like fresh water in an African village.
Nate wasn’t the most politically correct person, but his rationale was that he could be as horrible as he wanted in his head without ever saying anything like that out loud, and he would still be “the nice guy”. The sad thing was that Nate was right. He tugged at the bottom of his navy-and-white striped shirt, making sure it didn’t gap around the chest. Nate looked a bit like a sailor, but he felt like one, drinking in the bar by himself with nothing to accompany him save his own thoughts.
Just as the bartender set his third drink down on the familiar cork coasters, Nate heard the distinct sound of footsteps on hardwood entering the bar. Probably just another drunk; it was the middle of the afternoon, after all. But something, the presence of the other, nagged at Nathaniel, so he turned his head. He thought he recognized the other, but wasn’t too sure. He nodded, just to be safe, then clutched his drink, more than thankful for the distraction.
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tagged open to any and/or many (: CHESTER!
word count ! 539
notes ! nate likes errbody, anyone can join in at any time, even if an rp is already well under way
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Post by chase on Aug 31, 2011 21:06:32 GMT -5
 Time was suddenly incredibly slow for Chester. He never felt so nervous in his life. School is starting soon and the people around here are different than his close-knit community back home. Raised at a farm with cotton and livestock around him, Outlier was alien for him. He never quite understood on why he chose to study at California. Was it because he needed a change of scenery? Was it because he just wanted to see the world in a daring way? Maybe it was God’s way of showing him that he must get out from his little coconut shell that was getting too small for him. Either way, it still doesn’t answer his question. He sighed, he was always thinking too much. “Maybe I should get a drink,” he said to himself as he got up from his new bed. He paced to the fridge, hoping that there was something to calm his nerves. Nadda. There was nothing in there. Then he remembered that he hasn’t gone to the store to buy anything. “Great.” That was all he could say.
He rushed to the nearest convenience store but to his surprise; it was closed. Bewildered, he kept his composure and searched for the nearest store he could find but yet again, nadda. It was weird that there were no shops opened at this time of day. It was the afternoon for goodness’ sake but again, it was the last day of summer anyways. The only shop that was open was ironically, the bar. He contemplated whether he should brave himself and get a drink from a bar or just walk away thirsty. He ruffled his already messy blonde hair and chose to take the chance of going in a place that he never once walked into in his entire life.
“Here it goes..” He took his first step into the bar and it wasn’t too bad. His first instinct was to pray that none of his family found out that he stepped into this.. this place. But he wasn’t here to do anything bad; so what the heck. The first person he saw was a young lad with thick brown curly hair who gave him a slight nod. Maybe he’s drunk; he thought and tried not to pay too much attention. He didn’t know what to expect in a bar so he hastily walked to the bartender and asked for a non-alcoholic drink. The bartender raised an eyebrow at him but shrugged. He offered him a glass of milk and Chester was more than grateful for it. The lad next to him murmured something but he couldn’t understand a word he said. “Umm.. Yeah?” Was the only thing he managed to say.
tagged | miranda as Nate
word count | 445
notes | i hope that would do. sorry for being suckish for the moment. >< |
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Post by nate on Sept 5, 2011 9:48:53 GMT -5
 i'm always in this twilightin the shadow of your heart
Nate rubbed his large, paddle-like hand over his eyes, squishing the skin of his forehead quite unattractively, but whatever. It felt good on his scalp. His hazel eyes shifted to his left as he saw the guy a few seats down mumble something to the bartender. Nate carefully plucked the lime from its immaculate perch on the side of his crystal glass, gave it a hearty squeeze into his drink, and dropped the now-exhausted citrus wedge into the icy cool depths of his gin & tonic. When he looked back up, he saw the bartender set a creamy drink on one of the cork coasters in front of his companion. “Is that a White Russian, mate?” he asked completely innocently, failing to notice the lack of brown tint a White Russian should have. “I love the Big Lebowski. Such a great film. I mean, it’ a bit slow at first…have you seen it?” he asked, attempting to make conversation. It was rare that Nate, as a senior, didn’t barely recognized another (what he assumed was a) Luxford student, but he figured it was easier to pretend he knew the person than admit to cluelessness, or God forbid, that he’d known this person, maybe even for years and couldn’t place their face.
He took a long sip from his drink, using the glass in front of his face as a chance to stare at the obscured figure a few seats down and quickly come to a conclusion. Nada. The beginning, melancholy strains of an Arcade Fire song crackled through the speakers, giving Nate something else to talk about. “I love Win Butler. I mean, not like that, he’s just like…awesome. And he’s attractive. Guys can say other guys are attractive. It’s totally okay.” Now this was a bit of the alcohol talking, perhaps, but Nate rarely had any shame. Who was this other guy? Did we have a class? Anthropology? Economics? What? he pondered, signaling the bartender.
“Can I get just a little cup of orange juice?” he asked Joe the bartender, who nodded coolly and almost instantly set an entire pint of bright orange liquid in front of Nate. “Thanks, mate,” Nate replied with a bit of a snarky edge, but nevertheless slid a five to Joe. “Keep the change,” he said, forcing eye contact and raising his eyebrows before turning back to his new companion.
Nate clasped his hands together. “Great people, this Outlier place has.”
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tagged ! chester! :]
word count ! 407
notes ! I hope you don't mind of WC decreases a little, makes for a better plot, yeah?
lyrics ! florence + the machine
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