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well. i did always like a challenge 😌

[ whether or not he follows through with it is a mystery for now though, when fifteen minutes later he's outside. nick leans up against the wall in a loose shirt and a pair of boxers that definitely aren't his, taking a drag of his cigarette as he watches the door leading out.

and when he sees tate come through, he smiles, holding out the packet for tate to take one of his own. ]

Told you not to be late, didn't I?

Orgy time is different than regular time.

[Tate's lost his overshirt but is otherwise still dressed in his band tee and jeans, whether or not he's fooled around any yet is equally in mystery. He reaches out to take a cigarette, stepping closer when he puts it to his lips and gestures for Nick to help him out with a light. He speaks around the filter:]

You blow your twenty one birthday loads yet?

I think I have a few saved up still.

[ he doesn't really need to get as close as he does to light tate's cigarette, but nick does anyway. he comes in close to tate's side, cups a hand around the end as he sparks the lighter, drops a kiss on tate's cheek before his hands drop. even once he's done, he stays right where he is. ]

I'm glad you came. Are you having a good time?

Yeah, it's been pretty chill. You throw good parties.

[Glitter not withstanding - he still fucking hates that, but he's learning to live with it. He takes a drag of his cigarette and stays close to Nick, pulling a little black wrapped parcel out of his back pocket. It's a box with a knife in it, as well as a cheeky sticker he figured Nick might like.]

I know I gave you knuckles at Christmas, not saying you need it. Just saying you can look cool cutting lines or - opening boxes, whatever you're into now.

[ of course nick opens it immediately, he's never been one for patience. nick tears open the paper and laughs at the sticker, smirking as he holds it up for tate to see again before he turns to the other item in the box. a switchblade. nick's never owned a knife before, but he inspects it for a moment, with a curious tilt to his head, before he glances back in tate's direction. ]

Or whatever I'm into now. You have some ideas for this?

I respect the sober life, even if I can't personally live it.

[That's all he's saying - lifting his hands up as he says that, but then he's stealing another look at Nick that's reeking of something mischievous. One cock of his head later and a little shrug, and he's stepping in to tap his finger to the knife while Nick holds it, meeting gaze with him while up close.]

But this? You can put it between my ribs any day, too.

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