027 ∞ VIDEO // ACTION

[designedtoparty]

[Pubs are one of the best places for annoying people, Nathan's found. Not to mention they have the added bonus of serving alcohol. Naturally, that's exactly where he is this fine visitor's day. ]

So, last time was pretty fun. Nice to see the deities haven't forgotten how much fun overcrowding can be. Hey, AIDs Girl. Whatever you're called. You get stuck back here? I'll buy you a drink. [He waves his pint glass at the screen enticingly, as if to prove it.] I think I found some sturdier cubicles than the last time.

[He starts in on his pint again, looking as though he's about to turn off the feed. But never let it be said that Nathan forgets his friends. He raises his eyebrows, putting his drink down abruptly.]

Oh, yeah! Barry. Alisha's here this time, so you should probably stop hanging around outside pubs seeing who you can take advantage of and go and find her. I bet she's been dying for whatever equivalent to a shag you two have going.

[ooc: Open to anything and everything! If you want action, Nathan can be anywhere in the City. Just make sure to note where in the tag. \o>]

Comments

[watcherwells.livejournal.com]

[Have the most awkward of awkward-looking wallflowers lingering near the bar. He's wearing a tweed suit with lime green Converse sneakers. He is SUCH AN EASY TARGET.]

[designedtoparty]

[The easiest. Nathan grins, sidling up behind him.]

So, I'm curious. Are you colour blind, or did you just happen to misplace any half-way decent clothes you have this morning?

[watcherwells.livejournal.com]

[He blushes, and turns sideways, as if to make himself smaller.]

Less, uh, 'misplaced,' and more... most of my clothes got destroyed by girls with super powers.

[designedtoparty]

[Oh, Andrew. Somehow you've actually managed to make yourself less of a target.]

That sounds surprisingly hot. When you put aside the part where you got pushed over by a bunch of girls, anyway.

[watcherwells.livejournal.com]

[Well, that won't last long.]

Huh? Oh, right. Girls. Super-powered girls. Really hot. [He nods very enthusiastically. Maybe overdoing it just a touch.] They didn't really push me over, they just got uh, kinda out of hand during weapons practise. I'm their... trainer, sorta.

[designedtoparty]

[Of course not.]

Are you sure you're not imagining this? No offence, but you really don't look the type to be training hot super girls in weapons. Not even the metaphorical kind. Although I guess that would at least be a reasonable explanation for the clothes.

[watcherwells.livejournal.com]

No, I'm not imagining it. I trained for a long time, a-and I've studied battle strategy extensively. [Translation: He's seem a lot of action films and sci fi serials, and he's read a lot of comic books.

His dignity is being called into question and it's making him uncomfortable, so he's going to try to change the subject.]

What's good to drink around here?

[designedtoparty]

Really? You don't look the type.

[Oh, Andrew. Your dignity is never out of question. Nathan pretends to think about that for a second, then shrugs.]

I don't know. I tend to stick to alcohol, myself.

[watcherwells.livejournal.com]

[Andrew isn't sure if that joke is at his expense or not, so he just laughs nervously.]

Do they serve Peroni?

[designedtoparty]

How would I know? Ask.