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[designedtoparty]

[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.]

Comments

[designedtoparty]

I don't know. I was hoping you'd be the dirty kind.

Don't you? [Confused pause. Yeah. He hadn't even realised that hadn't come up yet.] It's Nathan.

[truculentsoul.livejournal.com]

Nathan. I'm the kind who doesn't take off her gloves.

[designedtoparty]

That's too bad. I reckon you'd look good if you took them off.

[truculentsoul.livejournal.com]

[Pout. There'd be wide eyes too if Appleby was capable.] Are you saying I don't NOW?

[designedtoparty]

Not at all. I'm just saying you could look better.

[truculentsoul.livejournal.com]

[Appleby giggles, and spreads her hands out in front of her on the table.] Are you into hands?

[designedtoparty]

[Nathan shrugs, grinning lopsidedly.] About as much as I'm into anything else.

[truculentsoul.livejournal.com]

[Appleby tosses her head.] The gloves stay on. Do you dance?

[designedtoparty]

Are you asking?

[truculentsoul.livejournal.com]

I just did, didn't I?

[designedtoparty]

All right. Just give me a moment, then.

[It's a bit more than a moment he needs, really. He uses the time to chug down the rest of his beer. Or at least the beer that actually makes it into his mouth. Like hell he's going to leave it lying around for some cheap bastard to come along and steal.]

[truculentsoul.livejournal.com]

[Appleby laughs at him a bit, but honestly, humans consuming things never gets any less intriguing to her.]

Come along, then.

[She steps out, making sure he's following her. Appleby is a confident, brilliant dancer. It's one of the main reasons she goes to clubs.]

[designedtoparty]

[Nathan does follow, of course. Nathan's confident, but far from brilliant. It isn't especially obvious in a club full of people whose dancing ability could also be described in much the same way.]

[truculentsoul.livejournal.com]

[It's almost a bit odd that Appleby is such a showy dancer, because she keeps herself hidden all other times. Being a doll, and all. But Appleby's a bit contradictive, because she loves showing off and being the centre of attention, but, at the same time, can't be. Dance floors are dark enough that she can. So. Dancing. And. That.]

[designedtoparty]

[Contradictions. Pfff. Who cares about those? Eventually Nathan does get bored. Also, hot, because for some reason he wears his coat when he's clubbing. Probably because he's too cheap to use cloakrooms. Grabbing hold of her arm, Nathan jerks his head towards the bar.]

[truculentsoul.livejournal.com]

[Appleby looks, and then shrugs, smiles, and goes along with it. She'll just lie if she has to.]

[designedtoparty]

[As long as she doesn't ask, all he'll do is buy himself another pint. He's not feeling especially giving tonight, especially towards someone who doesn't seem to be putting out. This works out best for both of them, apparently. Not that he knows that, so he waits until he's away from the bar before he says anything again. Just to be on the safe side.]

Not much of a drinker? [Because, hey. She could totally have got her own if she wanted to. (No, the fact she's new to the City and probably doesn't have money hasn't occurred to him.)]

[truculentsoul.livejournal.com]

I don't live here, obviously. You use rainbow coloured, probably chocolate money. Besides, for all I know, leaving takes all that you got here back, and if I drink too much I'll be a dry and shrivelled husk. [Drama hands about her head.] Safer than sorry. [She's smirking, though.]

[designedtoparty]

It's not chocolate. I wouldn't recommend eating it.

[Although, hey. That's one story he's more than happy to play along with.] You know, I think I've head of that happening once. This one person who got brought here? He just turned to dust when they touched him, that's how dry he was. It's only a rumour, but if you want to play it safe, more power to you.