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 Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 11:42 am
Nate glared at Ever, stepping back to examine the picture. He shook his head.
"You have no eye for art, man. That's a shame. Tony likes classy people," he taunted, though it made his nose wrinkle. Maybe he wouldn't talk about that. He would find something else to mock Ever with, if he was going to stick to teasing him about his father.
"Anyway, Tony knows I'm the one that keeps hassling him, I'm sure. He can't be that dumb," though he really could, sometimes, "and anyway, what do I care if you bring him out here? I'll just say you did something worse."
He shook the spray can, looking for something to paint. The last time someone had caught him doing something like this, he had painted her chest with very specifically place circles of paint. This time, he imagined he could find a better target. Like those books, for a start. Or the damned cigarette that started this whole mess.
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 11:47 am
"I'm a responsible adult who reads history books. You seem to be a chain smoking delinquent." Ever eyed the can but didn't run. Perhaps that was a poor decision. He took another pull on the cigarette, rolling his shoulders.
At least he'd put the books away.
"Seems to me like if you hate libraries and him so much, you'd find something better to do with your time." He only shrugged one shoulder, sighing out smoke. "Beer's still on the table, by the way."
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 11:58 am
Nate watched him, holding the spray can like it was his gun, his weapon. He shook his head and snorted, though he couldn't deny that he looked every bit the delinquent he was. Ah well, no point pretending he was something he wasn't. And likewise, no point pretending he wasn't what he was. Or maybe they were the same thing.
"Tony dragged me here. I'm supposed to be inside 'helping' people. But I think this does more help, in the long run. Livens up the place, you know? The library is pretty stuffy as is. I'm going him a favor." He laughed, not sure why Tony would keep bringing him when he time and again reminded his father that he was unreliable and a jerk.
Ah well, one day.
Nate shook his head. "I'm not looking for a drink, but yeah."
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 12:04 pm
Ever shrugged back -- a 'suit yourself' sort of shrug -- and finally pushed off from the wall, rolling the cigarette easily across long fingers. "At least then you'd be destroying yourself instead of the world around you."
It sounded obvious he through that was a better solution. He tugged the bag up higher onto his shoulder and took a step backward toward the mouth of the alley, raising his eyebrows at Nate. "Or, you know, you could keep doing both. More power to you."
It was a retreat. Or maybe he was tired of this game. Or maybe he didn't quite trust that paint can after all. "Thanks for the cigarette though."
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 12:10 pm
Nate watched him, then laughed and nodded his head.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. You sounds just like my dad. Or at least how he acts. Booze fixes s**t, sure. Whatever." He shrugged and looked at the paint can, wondering if he should give the guy a parting shot, but decided against it. Instead, he wanted to keep things almost civil. Almost.
"Hey, if you need another cig, I'll be around here sometimes. You know. No dog and pony show required for next time. You just have to pay me back sometime, whenever you do get your own pack, you moocher."
He was offering a peace treaty, but only for his own purposes. He didn't like being bested, and he couldn't count this encounter as a person 'win' due to how things had turned out. Fun, yes, but not good enough.
"Anyway, I'm gonna go back inside. Tony'll be coming out here if I don't." He sighed, moving down the alley to the side entrance, which was for staff or for emergencies.
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 12:17 pm
"Me too, but I'll go in the front door." It came with a laugh. Sure, he could owe him cigarettes, but he would almost certainly never pay him back. Ever couldn't even remember the last time he'd bought his own pack.
He was almost at the mouth of the alley before a thought occurred to him and he pointed the end of his cigarette at Nate. "Not a word about me to him, man."
And then he rounded the corner.
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