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[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan is pacing back and forth in the bar, one hand gripping tightly onto a bottle of beer. It's not an angry pace, not at all; more along the lines of someone upset, someone emotional. All in all, he doesn't seem to be having a good time.

His free hand covers his mouth on one go round and he sighs into it harshly, then moves it up to run the hand through his hair.]

They're- they're kidding. Yeah. They- yeah. It's a joke. J- just a joke. Ha. Hah hah.

[He appears to be trying to convince himself of something as he paces. If it wasn't clear he was upset before, the stiffness and forced tone to his voice definitely gives him away. Also the really bad attempt at forced laughter. Really, Nathan? 'Hah hah'? No.]

Fuck.

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[grand_gaia]

Doesn't seem like it was a very good joke.

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan attempts to grin, but it's strained and forced.]

Yeah, uh, no, it- it wasn't. But hey! That means- it means it's, uh, inaccurate. An inaccurate... joke. Yeah.

[grand_gaia]

Or just plain old not funny. What were they joking about?

[onehundredbeers]

My girlfriend. Saying she's done like, horrible things. Like kidnap people. And cheat on me. The- the cheating on me, that's, that's uh, the important one. Of the two.

[grand_gaia]

[What are priorities, Nathan?]

Huh. Have you talked to her about it?

[oliverplus]

[Oliver walks into the bar just in time to see this display. his face lights up when he first catches sight of Nathan, but he stops in his tracks when he sees what Nathan is up to. for a moment, he watches him with concern before asking uncertainly:]

Uh...Nathan? What's wrong?

[ooc: This is just a placeholder for the moment! I'm going to need a couple days to catch up with things.]

haha i ruin your placeholder.

[onehundredbeers]

[Oh thank god, it's Oliver. That's a friendly face he's glad to see.]

Oliver. H-hey. The guys are just- just being dicks. You know? And uhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yeah they kind of succeeded in being really huge fucking assholes.

[That is his way of saying they've upset him.]

[oliverplus]

[...okay, that's not good. there's really only one question Oliver can ask, though he has a feeling he should dread the answer]

What'd they do?

[onehundredbeers]

[He takes a swig from his beer, and heads over to sit at a table to talk. The bar has tables and chairs now? It does. Because it suits my needs. Nathan more or less collapses in a chair, takes another swig from the beer.]

The guys, uh, they said Trindle's cheating on me. Me. They like, they fucking- pulled up her fucking profile on some website? And were all 'hey Nathan look she's totally flirting with other guys! You should dump her.' And she- she wouldn't do that. They're- they are just being dicks. To agitate me. Because they hate when I date anybody.

[He's gonna still cling to trying to convince himself of that - but at least he isn't doing the stiff laughing anymore. He will later when he goes back home, sure, when he gets frayed and worked up even more, but still. For now he isn't.]

[punkblaze]

[Eithan came in to grab a drink, but you know, pacing friends are more important. He frowns.]

... You alright, man?

[onehundredbeers]

Just, uh, just a really, really, really bad joke. It's nothing. Really.

[Nathan takes a swig of his beer.]

Ugh.

[punkblaze]

[He winces in sympathy.]

Shit. What kind of joke? Did someone actually think it was funny?

[onehundredbeers]

The kind of 'we hate your girlfriend' joke. [Nathan huffs.] They prob- probably thought it was hilarious. They'd... be laughing now if time didn't... shut off. Like it does.

[not_a_lamb_nor_ram]

[ Kiran had never seen this man in any other mood, but the body language was clear enough -- if not the curse that served as punctuation. ]

More beer, or do you need something less hangover-inducing?

[ Hello stranger, hi. ]

[onehundredbeers]

[Strange person offering him booze? Okay.]

Fucking yeah, you can get me more booze. Kinda... toss it to me. Right here.

[It's a mild distraction for now.]

[not_a_lamb_nor_ram]

[ Helpful he is, and tosses a bottle which he thinks is similar to the one the guy was having. ]

Care to share the bad joke?

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan catches the new bottle of beer in one hand, finishes the one he already had with the other, then drops the empty to pop open the new one with his hands. What a thing to watch.]

Girlfriend cheating on me kind of- kinda joke.

[Nathan pauses to stare at the guy for a minute.]

I, uh, don't know you.

[Indeed.]

[waterfield]

( her fingers are drumming on the counter of the bar, in her other hand is a cup of juice and honestly, she's scrunching her nose at the man before herself. )

That— ( she speaks in a terrible posh and yet pretty, British accent ) —is a terribly naughty word, sir. You should mind your manners in public.

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan points at her with beer bottle hand.]

Hey. Fuck you. I'm- I am emotionally distraught right now, so, uh, I'll say whatever the fuck I want.

[waterfield]

( fdjkajfkla how rude. but being a proper lady from the Victorian era, she more or less just finds herself taking offense and bein hurt at his words. )

Excuse me, but that is not the way to address a young lady in any way, shape or form no matter your emotional state. ( becoming distraught herself ) I should like you to apologize for that.

( and then she frowns ) What's gotten you so upset, sir?

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan does not, remotely, apologise. He instead chooses to acknowledge only the question, because... because. That is his reasoning process. 'Because.']

My girlfriend is fucking cheating on me - maybe - if what I was shown isn't fake or anything. Which, uh, I totally believe is fake because she would never cheat on me. Whereas the guys, oh man, those fuckers, they'd fucking- they'd fucking like, throw her off a bridge onto some spears or something and then tell me she slipped.

[weepiperlad]

[Nathan's not a familiar face - at least not at the moment - but Jamie is exploring, since he's stuck here and very bored at the moment. So there's a ten-year, wearing a cut-down version of Jamie's clothes, staring up at the very, very large man.]

What's a joke?

(backdating slightly so Jamie's still under his experiment, shh.)

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan stops his pacing when suddenly, child. Huh. He tries to pull his shit together because how fucking embarrassing is it to be an emotional wreck in front of a kid?]

Hey, uh, you don't need to worry about that... urgh, little boy. It's just some dumb- dumb adult stuff. For grown-ups.

[It will take a bit for him to put anything together today.]

[weepiperlad]

Jamie. [His mouth pulls off to one side.] And I'm not little.

[Short for his age, maybe, but not little.]

Why are ye pacing so if it's a joke? Aren't those supposed to be funny?

[onehundredbeers]

[Jamie. You're little right now, especially next to Nathan.]

I said don't worry abou- Wait. Jamie? Like. Jamie McCrimmon? Oh god, this is absolutely the worst time for this kind of mind fuck.