NATE
so take me to the paradise in your eyes
green like american money
green like american money
It's the last possible moment to be getting preparations up, dark clouds on the horizon, the sun a dream they're all going to be having for at least the foreseeable future. At least it isn't Longnight, though that might be preferable in Torchline. Nate is walking the streets, a wheelbarrow of supplies and tools being carted around, ready to help whoever has left things this late, which is thankfully not too many people.
But the bar, of course the bar, arguably one of the most important places in town, is still in progress, and he wheels up, already moving to grab some sandbags and help finish off the walls. "Nice day for it, isn't it?" He offers cheerily to the barkeep. "Does anything else need to be done?" Far be it for him to step on any toes, or at least, any more toes. Might as well ask and not assume.
But the bar, of course the bar, arguably one of the most important places in town, is still in progress, and he wheels up, already moving to grab some sandbags and help finish off the walls. "Nice day for it, isn't it?" He offers cheerily to the barkeep. "Does anything else need to be done?" Far be it for him to step on any toes, or at least, any more toes. Might as well ask and not assume.
you taste just right
sweet like tennessee honey
sweet like tennessee honey
