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u ok with the down? i mean i dont mind the scratch but like i generally
try to avoid drinking up there as a rule
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down’s just fine with me. The only thing I don’t do down here is sleep unless it’s around. wherever’s fine
oh except the spread eagle, not having my phone’s not gonna do any good there
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i know a place, long as ur not opposed to sticky floors and gum under the table
its pretty gross but no one rly goes out there, thats why i like it
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sounds perfect honestly, almost like some of the hovels back home. lets do it
thank you
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youll be doing me a favor too, no need for thanks. just let me know when ur free boo x
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well suppose i don’t have to if i’m not switching spells so i can play hooky
give me 10 and i’ll meet you
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pls follow my directions to the letter
[ the directions in question are actually a crudely drawn map on one of the post-it notes that litter nick's lab, from the theatre out to a small bar a decent walk away, far out enough that most LIERs don't wander that way.
but more helpfully, an actual location pin follows as well, because cartography is not nick's passion and he knows it. ]
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[It’s a charming little map, as much as it is useless, and he saved it to his phone regardless. It can live there with the other random little things he’s saved.
But the pin is easier and takes Chris from where he’d been loitering halfway between Haven and the theatre to the far flung and dingy bar. It was exactly the kind of place you likely weren’t meant to go if you knew what was good for you.
Part of Chris hoped there’d be an excuse for trouble, but the rest just hoped to sink peacefully into a bottle and Nick’s company.]
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nick waves when he sees chris though, raises that bottle with a wide grin--though it's not going to last long with two of them, so he gestures to the bar just as quickly. but he slides across into the next seat over and frees up the one next to him for chris to join him in.
...once he's got more booze, though. ]
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He turns to the table with bottle in hand and saunters over to Nick. He flips into the chair and scoots it back far enough to stretch a leg out onto another chair as he uncorks the bottle.]
Lovely little place, perfect as advertised. Try this, it’ll melt your throat.
[He places the open bottle on the table between them and settles in to unashamedly watch.]
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he switches the two bottles quite happily, pausing a moment to inspect, but there isn't much scrutiny done before he's taking a bold swig. honestly, most alcohol doesn't touch the sides with him these days, he's not expecting any different with this. it's actually a pleasant surprise when the burn makes him cough. ]
God, yeah, that'll do it. Check this out. [ the thumbs over some wonky lettering scratched out into the table in front of them. ] "L+R", do you think they were actually "4eva"?
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He takes his own gulp of Nick’s bottle and swaps them again as he eyes the letters.]
You a romantic, Nick? Got a belief in soulmates and ‘for life?’
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he's more moderate with the second swig though, and it goes down a little easier. still with that telltale burn that nick isn't used to though, and that's nice.
maybe that's some kind of a problem, but tonight isn't a night for pulling it apart. ]
You want to know a secret? [ a third swig, and then he hands the bottle back. ] I think I am. Like— just a tiny little bit, you know. Just a little.
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A little? You and Nate attached at the lips but like…sweetly. Think it might be more’n just a little, but sure. Your secrets safe with me.
[He takes another drink and let’s his finger trace over the carvings, the wood cleaning itself with a pale lavender glow as he goes.]
I don’t think I am. I wish I was. These two…probably split or got separated in the way people are here. Life just does that. Doesn’t mean it’s not worth it. I wonder if they remember doing this, if it makes them smile.
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[ complete with a little eyebrow waggle, naturally, because who would he be if he didn't slide a gentle proposition in there.
it's not his best work though, abandoned quickly in favour of tugging one of his feet up onto his seat, looping an arm around his leg to hug it to his chest. he's too distracted by swigging from his own bottle again, a long few swallows, to seriously flirt. ]
What about soulmates, do you believe in those?
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Chris shifts and sinks down in his chair to use a foot to yank the spare chair over closer to Nick, then re-settles in it so his leg is back up in the chair, but his boot is lightly touching Nick's shoe.]
Yes and no. See...in my world, people have life-threads, representations of their lives that my god looks over. No one is born attached to any but those that birthed them and can detach their threads as their lives go on based on choices made. But, two or more threads can tie themselves together and if those threads are especially strong, they'll resonate brighter and hold tighter. So, I think you can find and make a soulmate, but no one person was born for another. It's a choice and effort same as any.
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That's a bit romantic, you know. I know it's not....star crossed lovers or whatever the fuck, but-- [ he shrugs, swaps for the bottle with a kick again, face scrunching briefly as he drinks. ] Choice is very romantic. Sexy, even.
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Don't call me out, Nick.
[He croaks and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.]
I don't know. I like sweet words, sometimes I tangle myself in them and sometimes they come better than some poets I've heard. Nice to think someone might be endeared enough to that to tie up with me. [He pauses.] I mean here, I've two boyfriends back home, but not sure they're tied to me so much as just taking the path with me, you know?
[He waves his hand a bit as though to brush that out of the way. It didn't matter.]
So, you wanna talk about who you're tying up with that's got your head here and halfway into a bottle?
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so it's an unusual sort of sound coming from him, the bitter little laugh before he clamps down on it, shoves it back down with all of the other feelings that nick doesn't feel, chasing it down with a long few swallows from one of the bottles. he's losing track of which is which, now. ]
I'm much more interested in talking about your boyfriends. What are they like? Are you in love? Have you known them forever, are they new?
cw: mention of underage and significant age gap
I slept with one of them when I was seventeen and he was thirty-four, now I'm twenty-six and he's still thirty-four and I just got him back. The other's a thief. This isn't a mess we need getting into.
What's their name, Nicky? I probly don't even know them.
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[ he doesn't want to talk about it, is the thing. he so desperately doesn't want to talk about it that he's lied right to the faces of just about every person that loves him, over and over again, and it's only a matter of time before that catches up with him. but he doesn't want to talk about it--can't talk about most of it, too.
he doesn't like being a liar though, and it's hard to claim like nothing's wrong when he's sinking back drinks like they're the only thing patching him together, so he just shrugs. ]
I, like, historically make very poor choices, just like, across the board, right? Like the first guy I dated was my dealer. I ran into my very married teacher like two years after I dropped out of school and I slept with him just because I could. Here, I-- [ he laughs again, a little helpless. ] How far is too far, if you're protecting someone you love? How much is too much?
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[That was never the issue when it came to his boys, it was him, the common denominator, but he's glad there's a perfectly good reason not to get into that because, clear as day, Nick's in a spiral. His just looked a little different than Chris'.
He swallows down the very jitteriness that always caused his issues with his boys and reaches out to take Nick's hand.]
Hey...you dating someone you know you ought not be? Cause they're bad. Bad for you or bad for others? I'll answer your question if you answer mine.
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[ part of the problem, really. nick has gathered up a collection of people who love him fiercely, who would do anything for him, who would let him get away with murder probably -- and he repays them by keeping secrets.
nick just sighs, tips his head a little as he looks at chris and reaches over to flick a few stray blond strands out of the way. he's got a nice face to look at, so nick just looks at him a moment longer. ]
I'm afraid I've got myself in a bit of a mess, Chris. And I can't tell anyone or it'll just get worse.
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He’s sweet and self-destructive and Chris can guess at a few messes, but gives a small smile for that little gesture.]
Tell me. You know I’ll be straight with you, even if it’s not nice. I’m not one to tell secrets, but you’re welcome to leave off names, if it helps.
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but there's too many ways of finding out that nick talked, and if someone else comes under fire for his choices nick might never forgive himself, so he just smiles, sad, and takes another swig. ]
Maybe when it's safer. I thought we were drinking to forget our problems, not hash them out.
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cw: drug use refs
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