designedtoparty | 019 ∞ VIDEO // ACTION

[Nathan is at a pub. A very, very crowded pub. He's nursing the dregs of a beer, glaring a the people at the bar who are squished up against him.]

You know, they really ought to think it through before bringing so many people at once. How's a man supposed to get served with these bastards crowding up the place? It's really incon--

[And then he cuts off, tensing and making choked noises. His hands go up to his throat, as though trying to tear something off.]

Barry!

[And then he falls off the bar stool, kicking off the device and his pint whilst he's at it. The drinks of a few unfortunate people nearby also fall off the bar, smashing as they hit the floor. Only Nathan's flailing legs are visible on the screen now, but his wheezing and choking, with a few protests about "Barry's" actions thrown in for good mention. ("Barry, no! Don't put your cock in there!" and such. Nathan is classy as ever.)

The display is basically Nathan's equivalent of "Don't think I didn't see what happened last time. Where the hell are my friends? :|" Unfortunately, he's cut off by a rather angry sounding man.]

Oi! How many times do I have to tell you you're barred?

Am I? You only said you didn't want to see me again! You never said anything about barring.

I told you before. I won't tell you again. Get up. Now.

All right, all right... just let me get my-- [Nathan's hand covers the screen and the feed cuts off.]

[ooc: Open for anything and everything! Action outside the pub he just got thrown out of, if you don't want the devices. Blue text is just an NPC pub owner.]

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[Can Nathan make it a little less obvious? Knowing him, probably not. It's bad enough Angela feels like a overstuffed turkey on a daily basis; she doesn't need this kid staring at her like she's a freak of nature.]

You see, when a man and a woman really love each other...

[Nathan makes a dismissive sound, waving a hand.]

Yeah, I know that... I mean what happened to you. You sure as hell weren't doing a whale impersonation the last time I saw you.

[It's a long explanation, but first, a whale?]

Don't think the baby will get in the way of me strangling you.

[He seems taken aback at that.]

Why would you want to strangle me? I know you're hormonal, but Jesus.

[Her expression has not changed one bit.]

Do you even hear what you say?

Well, I'm not exactly deaf, am I?

No, but you're definitely stupid.

Why? Because I took this long to realise you were up the duff?

If that's why, I have to tell you; you were kind of subtle about it.

Maybe because I'm not pregnant here? Ever think about that considering today is visitor's day?

[Just... staring. You're going to have to spell this out to him, Ange.]

[Sigh. She puts her hands on his shoulders, as if that'll help him get just a little smarter via osmosis.]

You know that time doesn't work how we expect it to here, right? Please tell me you know that.

[Nathan pouts, looking offended.]

I know that! But unless a baby physically crawled up your vag, I don't see what visitor's day has to do with anything.

It means that I'm from the future.

[Okay, that sounded weirder than she thought it would, but Angela shakes it off.]

I'm the same Angela you know, but a couple years down the road. So don't go running around telling people I'm having a baby. Or that I'm married.

[His face lights up. She probably shouldn't have said that.]

Who would I tell?

[Oh God. Angela knows that face. Nathan, for once in your life, behave.]

Nobody. Forget I said that.

[That's not a word in his vocabulary.]

That you don't want me to run around telling people? Okay.

No, in fact, forget you ever saw me. You don't know me. I am just a figment of your drunken imagination.

Really? Does that mean you'll shag me?

Not in your wildest dreams.

[And definitely not in this condition.]

If you were really a figment of my imagination you would.

[Why won't you be more convincing, Ange? Pregnancy is no excuse.]

I said figment of your imagination, not one of your wet dreams.

[Certainly being married has to be one, right?]

Same thing!

[Well, it never stopped his dad...]

[Not everybody lacks morals like dear old pop.]

Either way, I'm not having sex with you now or in the past or in the future.

Well, there's the fun in that?

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