Fourth Floor Common Room | Evening | Sunday | October 9

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Nathan was going to fucking Canada tomorrow. And Nathan, in the classic fashion of all Youngs before him, was getting himself an education on all things Canadian in his own special way. He'd packed his bags earlier (making sure to stow plenty of cigarettes and liquor in his bags) so his education could fill up his evening.

The movie he'd chosen was fucking old and fucking outdated but he'd been told it was the quintessential Canadian film (no, he hadn't been told that, he'd just guessed) and Nathan figured he could learn all he needed to know from one viewing of this classic cinematic masterpiece.

To make sure his night of educating himself on all things Canada, he'd even found a spot on the mainland that sold him something Canadian to eat. Nathan...wasn't really sure about the monstrosity he had in front of him and was thankful his room was just down the hall in case he needed some beer to wash the taste out of his mouth.

Nathan was going to Canada tomorrow and he was gonna be fucking prepared before he did. No one would peg him as some Irish tourist. Not a fucking chance (okay, there was a huge chance). Movie started and food in his lap, Nathan slouched onto a couch and settled in.

[Post is open and I <3 Canada. Nathan's just a dumb jackass.]