designedtoparty | 019 ∞ VIDEO // ACTION

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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[Nathan's happy to accept, smiling widely as he takes a drag.]

Don't worry about it. I wasn't planning on smoking it all.

I have AIDS. But I hear you can't contract it through sharing cigarettes. [ And because Effy's a big liar like that, she goes: ] My mother cheated on my father. Gave him horrible STDs. One day, she broke a vase and I cut my wrist on it. [ She shows him the scar on her wrist from when she tried to kill herself. ]

[Nathan chokes on the cigarette, distracted by that until she shows him the scar on her wrist. Grin rather more nervous now, he offers the cigarette back. He's trying not to show how much he's freaking out and... well, he's kind of failing.]

You know, I don't really feel like smoking anyway.

Are you afraid? [ She takes the cigarette back. ] Of me? [ She runs a finger down his orange collar. ]

Cute.

[Nathan jerks back, brushing off his collar where her fingers have been.]

Why would I be afraid? I just don't want some tart riddled with STDs putting her dirty hands all over me.

[ She just smiles at this. ] And if I hadn't told you? [ Wanker, she mouths the word out. ]

Then you would've been infecting me without my knowledge. Which is even worse!

And don't think I can't lip read. [He... can't. But he can make wanker out, at least. He's been called it enough times.]

Thought you were completely daft. [ Still smiling a little, she raises her eyebrows. ] I'm Effy.

[Nathan frowns at her, suspicious.] Nathan.

Is there another pub here we can go to?

Sure. Just don't expect me to buy you anything. I'm not a rich man.

I'll fuck anyone for a pint. [ She drops her cigarette and waits for him. ]

[Nathan considers that, then heads in the direction of a place he knows is cheap with toilets most people don't care to use.]

Didn't you say you had AIDs?

[ She just keeps walking. ] I need a drink or I'll start bleeding out all over the place.

[Shrugs.] So go bleed somewhere else.

I can't. My ship crash landed north of here. It's... broken. I'll have to stay here until it's fixed.

[Nathan snorts dismissively, though he does look amused. Even he can tell that's a lie.]

Oh, come on. You expect me to believe that? You got dumped here by the deities. Same as the rest of us.

You believe I have AIDs, but you won't believe I'm an alien. Interesting. [ She slips a pack of cigarettes out from her pocket and lights one. Yes. She lied about that too. She's got at least ten sticks left. ]

Are we there yet?

Well, AIDs is a bit more believable than you being an alien, isn't it?

[Pause. He may or may not sound hopeful for the following bit.] Are you saying you were lying about that?

[ She's smiles a bit. ] Does it matter?

Yes. Quite a lot, actually.

You getting your pint depends on it.

No. I don't have AIDs.

What now?

[He... kind of wavers here. Because he has no idea whether or not to believe her.]

Okay, fine. I'll buy you a drink. But I'm triple-bagging. You probably have got AIDs, if that's how easy you are.

[ The look on her face clearly says: whatever. ] Drinks first then. [ She walks into the first pub she spots and heads straight for the counter to order her drink. ]

[It's not the pub he was hoping for, but she seems like the type to just find some other bloke to shag if he doesn't follow her, so he does, joining her at the bar.]

A pint of larger and whatever she's having.

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