fandomhighdorms | The Roof, Monday Afternoon

Kate had only returned to Fandom about an hour or so ago. She'd offered to stay in Kansas, to help, but then she'd been asked "What with?" and she hadn't been able to come up with any real answer, so they'd sent her off, and she'd grabbed a portal back. She'd soon realized she didn't want to stay cooped up in her room, so she'd just dumped her bags there and headed up.

And now Kate was on the roof.

It probably didn't seem like much of a momentous occasion to anyone else, but it kind of was one for her. She didn't even care that the weather was much, much chillier than it had been back home. She had her monkey hat and her golden jacket on, and she was good, just leaning against the railing, looking out over the island.

Everything felt calm. She felt weird, but it wasn't really a bad weird. She just felt like the world had shifted somehow, just a subtle little bit. Something had fallen into place and she could really breathe again for the first time in months. That seemed liberating and totally fucked up all at the same time.

It almost made her smile.

[ooc: It doesn't get much more open than the roof.]

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"And what are you trying to grow?" Nathan wondered, smirking. "A bigger pair of tits?"

And that earned him a smack on the shoulder. "My boobs are perfect, shut up."

Nathan brought his arms up to try and fend her off while he laughed. "They're kinda small, Kate, I am sorry to say! I mean, they're palm sized so I bet that's great for whatever bloke gets to grope you!"

"Well, I didn't claim they were huge or anything," she pointed out, trying to smack him again, just because. "Small is perfect. I'm well-proportioned."

Nathan just let her smack him because it didn't do anything but sting briefly. "Yes, they're very cute, Kate. Very, very cute. Tiny, cute tits and long legs. What's not to like, yeah?"

"Exactly," Kate replied emphatically. She stopped trying to inflict violence on him, and instead stuck her hands in the pockets of her jacket and looked smug. "I'm quite the package."

"First time I've heard that in a few months," Nathan pointed out, leaning back against the ledge. "It's like you went home and found the brain you used to have rolling around in your pretty head."

"Hey, I never claimed my body wasn't up to par," Kate said, even if that was a weak defence for anything else. "But thank you, I guess."

"Yeah, you go ahead and tell yourself that but if you think back, you stopped bragging to me about how awesome you were right about the time you started thinking you wanted to wear loafers and sweaters while lounging on the deck of a yacht, chatting about poor Bob's penile dysfunction or some shit."

That was how Nathan saw it, at least.

Kate just rolled her eyes again. "Well, whatever, that's all in the past," she replied. "And the future's unknown, and most likely won't include yachts or penthouse suites, but I will be awesome. Don't you worry about that, dearest."

Seriously, Nathan felt like he hadn't heard this from her in fucking months. It was like a veil or some shit had been lifted and she'd come back from her sabbatical in Crazytown.

In fact, Nathan gave her a round of applause because he was seriously impressed. "You sound like the person you were when I first met you. And here I was worried that she'd gone for good. Maybe now we can get back to the drinking and eating chicken nuggets and shit together."

"Well, my schedule is wide open for the forseeable future," Kate remarked, maybe with a touch of wryness. "So I'm not exactly objecting. I might even treat you to those chicken nuggets, since I'm the one with the job and everything."

"Hey, I've been working!" Nathan protested lightly. "But, I'll still let you treat me because I'm still fucking poor and chicken nuggets are a luxury I often forget about."

Well, that was news, if you judged it by how fast Kate's eyebrows went up. "What, since when have you been working? And where?"

"Like two months now," Nathan told her, pleased that he'd surprised her. "And down at the bar, man. I showed up one day and the bartender wasn't there and I kept showing up and now it's like a regular gig. I dig it. It means free booze for me!"

"Caritas?" That was a little less surprising, honestly. "I should've guessed. Seems exactly like your kind of thing."

"And now you know and you can come visit me!" And he was not telling her that Caroline tended to show up on those nights either. That'd ruin the fun. "I can't put on a movie special for you but I can serve up some free booze."

"Mm, I'd be delighted, I'm sure," Kate replied with a little smirk. "My friend Hannibal used to work there, I got used to that. Which night are you on?"

"Wednesdays," he told her, smirking. "Hump day is mine, all mine. Are you surprised?"

[And now I scuttle off to job #2!]

Kate snorted and shook her head. "Not in the slightest. That's convenient for me, I can swing by for an after-work drink."

[And I must sleeep. See you tomorrow!]

"I'll keep a seat warm for you," Nathan promised, grinning. "Tino will love me for bringing in yet another lovely lady. He and I, we're tight."

They weren't.

"I doubt that," Kate replied because no. No, they probably weren't. "Besides, Tino has already met me, so I don't think you'd get much credit."

"Well, whatever," Nathan said, waving a hand. "You should still come. I'd make sure your booze was free and provide the delightful addition of my company while I was at it."

"Well, when you put it like that, how could I possibly resist?" Kate wondered, purely rhetorically, with a lazy smirk. "You're a good friend, Nathaniel."

Saying that was fun because it was affectionate and annoying all at once.

"Ugh, Nathan," he said, pushing away from the edge of the roof and heading back towards the door since his cigarette was well and done. "Nathan. Get it right or I'll make you pay for your booze."

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