NATE
It is with only the mildest tremor of annoyance that Nate watches his knife slip further away, hidden by the strangers boot and suspicious eyes. On one hand, he gets it; he looks suspicious and dangerous and honestly? Nate wouldn’t give himself a knife back either.
The other hand though, is a clenched fist of simmering irritation suddenly threatening to boil over.
”Guess my mind must have been somewhere else.” The words are pleasant enough, as long as you ignore the new sharpness in Nate’s face, the sudden unblinking intensity of his eyes. A shrug rolls across his shoulders, that play at a casual conversation, but it cracks as he lets out a short humourless laugh. ”Blade like that doesn’t do a lot of damage. If I’m gonna hurt someone, wouldn’t I make it worth my while?” He’s just about to gesture back towards his table, the half formed hunk of wood and the reason for this particular temper when the stranger suggests a trade.
It’s surprising enough that whatever was on the tip of Nate’s tongue dies (‘This is my fucking place kid, I’ll bring whatever I want in here’) and he instead just stares, face twisting into a sharp sneer, at least until he’s stopped in his tracks again by the proposal.
A deep laugh leaves Nate, all traces of irritation leaving him. ”Thats bold kid.” He manages between chuckles. ”You know what? You got yourself a deal.” And to seal it, Nate grabs the strangers hand tightly and shakes it, tugs him over towards his table. ”You drinking?” It’s a cursory question, before the ascended steps away to bar, suddenly in far better spirits.
If Anden were to turn and watch him, he’d see Nate step behind the bar without hesitation, grabbing a bottle that promised a lot of things in a language not of Caido, and stepping back to his table with two glasses, one of which he sets in front of the stranger and fills full. ”So. What’s your story? Who made you the bouncer round here?”
The other hand though, is a clenched fist of simmering irritation suddenly threatening to boil over.
”Guess my mind must have been somewhere else.” The words are pleasant enough, as long as you ignore the new sharpness in Nate’s face, the sudden unblinking intensity of his eyes. A shrug rolls across his shoulders, that play at a casual conversation, but it cracks as he lets out a short humourless laugh. ”Blade like that doesn’t do a lot of damage. If I’m gonna hurt someone, wouldn’t I make it worth my while?” He’s just about to gesture back towards his table, the half formed hunk of wood and the reason for this particular temper when the stranger suggests a trade.
It’s surprising enough that whatever was on the tip of Nate’s tongue dies (‘This is my fucking place kid, I’ll bring whatever I want in here’) and he instead just stares, face twisting into a sharp sneer, at least until he’s stopped in his tracks again by the proposal.
A deep laugh leaves Nate, all traces of irritation leaving him. ”Thats bold kid.” He manages between chuckles. ”You know what? You got yourself a deal.” And to seal it, Nate grabs the strangers hand tightly and shakes it, tugs him over towards his table. ”You drinking?” It’s a cursory question, before the ascended steps away to bar, suddenly in far better spirits.
If Anden were to turn and watch him, he’d see Nate step behind the bar without hesitation, grabbing a bottle that promised a lot of things in a language not of Caido, and stepping back to his table with two glasses, one of which he sets in front of the stranger and fills full. ”So. What’s your story? Who made you the bouncer round here?”
Like a bullet through a flock of doves
To wage this war against your faith in me
To wage this war against your faith in me
