fandomhighdorms | Fourth Floor Common Room | Afternoon | Sunday

Earlier today, Nathan had shoved all of his things into bags and piled them up near his bed. He'd left just a few things out for tomorrow (clothes, cigarettes, small bottle of alcohol, and wallet) but other than that, he was ready to go.

But, he wasn't leaving right yet. He still had a whole day to do nothing but kick his feet up in the common room and relax. He'd dug out a bag of chips that clearly wasn't his (or was it?) and was flipping quickly through various channels in the hopes of finding something halfway decent to watch. He didn't want to be preached to or bitched at or lectured. He just wanted something mindless but Sunday mornings were proving harder for that than he'd originally thought.

Eventually, he settled on some news program. The broadcaster was some older, distinguished lady wearing a see through top and Nathan was counting the number of times her chest pressed hard enough against that top and made it able for him (and everyone) to see things. He was up to four so far. Who knew news was so entertaining?

[It's an open CR and this might be the last time Nathan's out and about before he leaves. He's probably going to sneak out and not tell anyone and then go die. Oops. Anyway, yes, wide open.]

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"Not if I can beat you up." Or possibly if he gave her really big puppy dog eyes and Carly as there to yell at her. Sam's morality was an amorphous, changeable entity. "And I can beat up most people."

"You wouldn't be able to touch me, Blondie," Nathan said, all confidence. "Many people have tried and every single fucking time I've gotten knocked down, I get right back up and come right back at you. I'm like a moldy fungus that way."

He'd learned that one from Caroline.

"Not if I sit on you, first." Sam had learned that one from her mom. She looked Nathan up and down. "I could snap you like a pole."

"You could do nothing of the sort," Nathan replied, shaking his head. "I have a lot of hidden muscles in all these long limbs. You might try to sit on me but before you know it, bam! I've used my agility to bounce you off my lap and onto your ass. Have fun with that broken tailbone. Makes back door sex a lot harder."

"Why would I have sex with a door?"

"Oh, you re so young and precious!" Nathan said, almost cooing. "Rent some porn, Blondie."

Sam's eyes widened a fraction as she figured out what he meant. "Ew." Because, yes, Sam was still rather innocent about some things. "Classy, man. Girls must just pick you up and cuddle you all the time."

"You'd be surprised!" Hey, he'd cuddled a few girls already and he hadn't even been here a year. But, he'd be pissed if any of those girls blabbed about that side of him.

"That a no on the porn, then?" Too bad, Nathan so did want to leave a legacy.

"Pretty sure that's not your business." Sam didn't keep a lot to herself, but porn was apparently one of the few things. "You spend all your time sitting in common rooms, commenting on people's eating habits?"

"Nope," Nathan told her, shrugging. "Today, you're damn lucky. I was here for the telly but you walked in and gave you loads better entertainment."

"I am entertaining." She even had the international recognition to prove it -- in her own universe.

"I'm beginning to wonder if your ego's almost as big as mine," Nathan said, amused. "It'll never be as big as mine but you are not a modest person. That'll take you far here, grasshopper."

"It's what got me here in the first place." Well, actually, that was a smoothie dumped on a cop's head, but her ego probably contributed.

"Well, someone'll need to take over when I fuck off outta this place tomorrow," Nathan said, shrugging. "I suppose I could leave it to some blonde girl who doesn't know what porn is though I really think you should get on that."

"Take over for you as what, the whiny guy?"

"Aww, fuck you," Nathan cooed and gave her the finger. "Fuck you very much."

"I'm not the one who spends all my time worrying about other people's porn habits." Sam shrugged. "So you're leaving, huh?"

"Yep. Gone tomorrow," Nathan said, shrugging, "Back to England to give all the lovely ladies the pleasure of my company once again. Wipe away your tears, I won't forget you."

"I'll try to contain my disappointment."

Fourth Floor Common Room | Afternoon | Sunday | May 8

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