Nathan was making plans. Graduation was coming up and after that hit, he had plans to take the fuck off and never come back. Well, not to this place, at least. It'd been chill for awhile but he was bored and he missed England and truly, he missed his friends. So, he was hitting the fucking road after he graduated and he wasn't gonna look back ( Read more... )

When Wednesday rolled around, Nathan was ready to fucking drink and drink well. Graduation was coming up which meant he had to decide what to do with his life (as his mum put it) and she hadn't liked his answer of 'fuck off and get wasted ( Read more... )

Nathan and his player almost forgot about his shift tonight. He didn't rush in or anything stupid like that but he did stroll in very late, already half drunk and reeking of something that wasn't cigarette smoke ( Read more... )

Today, Nathan was on his phone. Oh, he definitely still had a drink in his hand but Kelly had called, bored as fuck, and who was Nathan to decline a request to entertain? He was currently telling Kelly, in detail, all the things he'd done when he'd been a girl a little while ago. Kelly kept making gagging noises but she wasn't hanging up so ( Read more... )

There was no sign of Nathan tonight. He was there, he was just getting himself good and drunk in the back room because he fucking felt like it. Tino was at the bar though, ready to get anyone drinks who might want them.

It was getting to the point that even Tino was starting to look a little good to Nathan. What in the fuck was going on here? When that thought first impeded, Nathan punched himself in the face and banished Tino to the stock room ( Read more... )

So, it was another Wednesday which meant Nathan was there and he was propped up behind the bar, drinking. Tino was off somewhere (Nathan didn't keep tabs on him) so it was just Nathan and the bang which meant...not a whole fucking lot ( Read more... )

Today, Nathan had bet Tino a month's pay that he couldn't go up on stage and sing Bette Milder's most famous song and get a standing ovation from the zombie band. Tino, being a dumbass, took the bet (because money was money) and was now up there belting the song out like a twat ( Read more... )

There wasn't much going on at Caritas tonight. Nathan hadn't been in a mood to torment Tino so he'd just taken up a spot behind the bar and started to drink. Tino was making bets with himself about how long Nathan's silence and politeness by default would last ( Read more... )

It might have been colder than a witch's tit outside but that wasn't gonna stop Nathan from eating an ice cream cone behind the bar tonight. Look, he'd nicked it from a shop on the mainland (it'd been the easiest thing to grab and he'd been fucking hungry) and he wasn't gonna let it go to waste. Sure, it wasn't his favorite but what the hell, it' ( Read more... )