NATE
Much to his renewed irritation, his knife is once again out of sight when he returns to the table, the bottle and glasses clinking as he sets them down, fills them. Anden swaps their glasses, for whatever reason, but it makes no difference. The same imagined burn sits in both glasses, and Nate sips his slowly, letting it sit in his hand while he considers the question.
Really, he’s trying to decide if he should be a brat about this or not. There is a little part of him that wonders how far the other man will go in his little crusade. At least someone is keeping an eye out on this place.
He has to laugh though, at the strangers care, as if Nate were the worst the VlamVloed had ever seen. ”I think she can take the one bottle.” Tipping the rest of his glass in his mouth, the doctor sets his glass back on the table and shifts, rolling his shoulders as he straightens, works his jaw.
”Oh, is that what you think?” Theres a savage grin on Nate’s face, an excitement sparking in the very careful way he arranges himself, close enough to at ease that he could sink back down, but absolutely prepared to move. ”You think I should leave my bar?” Nate’s chin tips up, a challenge offered out to the other man, a what now?
Really, he’s trying to decide if he should be a brat about this or not. There is a little part of him that wonders how far the other man will go in his little crusade. At least someone is keeping an eye out on this place.
He has to laugh though, at the strangers care, as if Nate were the worst the VlamVloed had ever seen. ”I think she can take the one bottle.” Tipping the rest of his glass in his mouth, the doctor sets his glass back on the table and shifts, rolling his shoulders as he straightens, works his jaw.
”Oh, is that what you think?” Theres a savage grin on Nate’s face, an excitement sparking in the very careful way he arranges himself, close enough to at ease that he could sink back down, but absolutely prepared to move. ”You think I should leave my bar?” Nate’s chin tips up, a challenge offered out to the other man, a what now?
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
