[Nathan isn't all too thrilled about the crowds here. The noise isn't really his thing. But this is what you do, he thinks. Go get a cheap drink with a friend. And Lucy had been really insistent about coming out.]
Yeah, I'm all sorted. [He gives her a curious look.]
I'm not grinning. [ A statement that would probably be a lot more convincing were she not grinning when she said it. Luckily, her denial doesn't last long. ]
Okay maybe I'm grinning. [ She leans in a little, conspiratorial. ]
[ Is it that obvious? She smacks a hand down on the table and leans forward. ]
Oh my god it was A Maze Ing. This hot guy, Irish, yeah. With the thick strong accent you know. All hey beautiful [ there's an attempt at an irish accent in there somewhere. ]The sort of thing that makes your underwear wet before you even go anywhere. Not that you'd get that. You know what I mean!!
He did things with his hips that should probably be illegal. I think I came like seven times.
[ Lucy has no qualms in being open. About everything. ]
Nathan! [ She laughs out loud, delighted, and reaches over to bat her hand at him. ]
But yeah. I mean nice big dick. I like a guy with a nice big dick, don't you? And a guy that is strong enough to hold you up against a wall. And he was so intense! He wanted me to look into his eyes while we fucked, which was hard you know, what with all the fucking.
What? [He says while laughing. Really, she's a character with the way she acts like he's out of line and then talks about how big of a dick this guy has. Sometimes he encourages her too much, but well- it's fun.]
How big is big? [Well, she's going to talk about it whether he asks or not.]
Well how big is yours? [ But she's laughing, clearly not expecting him to answer, or at least not now. Instead she looks down as though gaging it, and then lifts her hands, moving them back and forth in front of her until she's got what she thinks is about right. ]
About that. And about as thick as... [ she looks around and grabs for a candlestick holder on the edge of the table. ] This! And it was a nice dick. Like nice to look at. A pretty dick. No weird lumps or bends or anything.
I mean not that I'd blame you. My nips are getting hard just thinking about it. And speaking of nips! The things he did with his mouth. And you know I think he actually wanted to go down on me. Men never actually want to go down on people.
And you know he had those muscles? You know down there, with the line. Like a V pointing towards the good stuff.
Oh he is one hundred percent straight. The only ass he's going to be fucking here is mine. That is, if he's lucky. Might see him again tonight actually. After his shift.
Oh and speaking of
[ She raises both eyebrows towards a door behind the bar, where a guy has just emerged, in jeans and a tshirt and with a grin to the first person at the bar, asking what they want in a rich Irish accent. ]
[Nathan has always made fun of those sort of cheesy movies where one character sees another and things slow down and the room quiets. He rolls his eyes about how that's not how life works.
He won't be able to make fun of that stuff anymore, because God help him, that's what happens when he catches sight of Lucy's guy behind the bar.
His brain catches up a split second later, though, shaking off that weird moment as he remembers that face, that cocky smile, that stupid accent.]
You fucked the guy who gave me shit in the queue? Oh, well good job Luce. There's a bully from primary school I can let you ring up later if you'd like.
Wait that was him?! That bloke you were on about?! The one you had the little tiff with when you were getting your pass? The reason you look like a moody model in your badge?
[ She'd carry on, but it's just about then that said guy is walking over, a grin on his face as he regards Lucy. ]
Well look who we have here. Hello beautiful. Couldn't keep away from me? Not that I can blame you. He has a small pad in his hand, here to do his job after all. Can I get you anything? [ He asks, and looks over towards Nathan, the recognition sliding in after a moment. ]
Wait I know you. Did you get that stick from out your arse yet?
Hey, no man, no, come on. I'm kidding with you. No hard feelings, okay? Let me get you a drink on me. I promise I'm not a prick. Ask the lovely Lucy over here.
[ He looks towards her and shoots her a quick wink before looking back to Nathan. ]
[He throws out the name of some beer. It's not pretentious. He hasn't learned how to be pretentious yet. But I don't know shit about beer. A+ tagging.]
Getting me a beer doesn't mean you aren't a prick, though. Just for the record.
[ Matt just smirks at that, attention turning back to Lucy. ] You want anything else, babe? Food? I'd get you some chips but you could just eat that one on your mate's shoulder.
[ Oh this is going well. He taps his hand against the table. ] Drinks coming right up.
[ Lucy looks back over to Nathan and taps at his arm. ]
Wouldn't you? Look at it, Nathan, I mean... [ she gestures over to the bar where Matt is gathering the drinks and leaning over cooler, acting like he's a piece of meat. ]
Oh smile, you got a free drink out of it and something nice to look at.
[Nate has to try so hard not to roll his eyes at Lucy's comment. He reminds himself that this is his friend. It's okay if she has terrible taste in men.
Oh art. Okay is that what all this is about? This whole moody look? Is that your aesthetic or some shit like that?
[ Matt looks up and down him, as if trying to get the measure of him. And really, it's not anything he wears that makes him question it, just his apparent attitude. ]
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Yeah, I'm all sorted. [He gives her a curious look.]
What? You keep grinning at me like that...
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Okay maybe I'm grinning. [ She leans in a little, conspiratorial. ]
I totally got laid last night.
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Did you now? Well go on. You're dying to tell someone all about it, aren't you?
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Oh my god it was A Maze Ing. This hot guy, Irish, yeah. With the thick strong accent you know. All hey beautiful [ there's an attempt at an irish accent in there somewhere. ]The sort of thing that makes your underwear wet before you even go anywhere. Not that you'd get that. You know what I mean!!
He did things with his hips that should probably be illegal. I think I came like seven times.
[ Lucy has no qualms in being open. About everything. ]
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[He chuckles a bit.]
So he was good, then?
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But yeah. I mean nice big dick. I like a guy with a nice big dick, don't you? And a guy that is strong enough to hold you up against a wall. And he was so intense! He wanted me to look into his eyes while we fucked, which was hard you know, what with all the fucking.
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How big is big? [Well, she's going to talk about it whether he asks or not.]
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About that. And about as thick as... [ she looks around and grabs for a candlestick holder on the edge of the table. ] This! And it was a nice dick. Like nice to look at. A pretty dick. No weird lumps or bends or anything.
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I mean not that I'd blame you. My nips are getting hard just thinking about it. And speaking of nips! The things he did with his mouth. And you know I think he actually wanted to go down on me. Men never actually want to go down on people.
And you know he had those muscles? You know down there, with the line. Like a V pointing towards the good stuff.
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[He's teasing. And maybe a little jealous. Sounds like a fun night.]
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Oh and speaking of
[ She raises both eyebrows towards a door behind the bar, where a guy has just emerged, in jeans and a tshirt and with a grin to the first person at the bar, asking what they want in a rich Irish accent. ]
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He won't be able to make fun of that stuff anymore, because God help him, that's what happens when he catches sight of Lucy's guy behind the bar.
His brain catches up a split second later, though, shaking off that weird moment as he remembers that face, that cocky smile, that stupid accent.]
You fucked the guy who gave me shit in the queue? Oh, well good job Luce. There's a bully from primary school I can let you ring up later if you'd like.
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[ She'd carry on, but it's just about then that said guy is walking over, a grin on his face as he regards Lucy. ]
Well look who we have here. Hello beautiful. Couldn't keep away from me? Not that I can blame you. He has a small pad in his hand, here to do his job after all. Can I get you anything? [ He asks, and looks over towards Nathan, the recognition sliding in after a moment. ]
Wait I know you. Did you get that stick from out your arse yet?
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You know, maybe I should just go.
[Except he can't just leave Lucy here. Fuck. This is the worst.]
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[ He looks towards her and shoots her a quick wink before looking back to Nathan. ]
Come on, mate what can I get you?
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Getting me a beer doesn't mean you aren't a prick, though. Just for the record.
[He's just saying]
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[ Oh this is going well. He taps his hand against the table. ] Drinks coming right up.
[ Lucy looks back over to Nathan and taps at his arm. ]
Oh come on, he's hot!
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So you planning on making that a repeat thing?
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Oh smile, you got a free drink out of it and something nice to look at.
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[ She shoots a grin at him, as lo' Matt returns with drinks in tow, the beer for Nate and a fancy smanchy looking cocktail for Lucy. ]
Here you go Luce, my own recipe. You're gonna love it.
[ And that would be Matt pulling up a stool and inviting himself to the table, sorry Nathan. ]
So you two share classes then?
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Speaking of, now he's joining them? Ugh.]
Just one. Art history.
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[ Matt looks up and down him, as if trying to get the measure of him. And really, it's not anything he wears that makes him question it, just his apparent attitude. ]
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