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The door opens, and there's a little flurry of snow. The figure walking through the door, however, is not appropriately dressed for cold weather. He's wearing a short tank top and a pair of leather pants, his booted feet stumbling a little as he steps through.
His face is younger, gaunter, and sporting some fading bruises, but the lilac eyes and the impossibly long auburn hair are a dead giveaway to his identity.
Nathaniel closes the door, laughing to himself. It's been a good night so far, even if the damn snow had moved in. He'd scored the heroin he'd wanted, along with a couple grams of coke, and while Gavin was out partying with a handful of them from his stable, Nathaniel was free to do as he pleased tonight.
He goes up to the bar, eyes slightly glassy, and looks around. He turns around, scanning the large room, and mutters, "What do you have to do to get a pop around here?" Nathaniel turns back around, there's a bottle of orange pop waiting for him. A little frown turns down his pretty mouth, but he accepts it, tossing a couple of crumpled bills onto the bartop.
Sliding into a booth, Nathaniel pulls out the cash in his pocket and counts it, considering Gavin's cut, his rent, and how much food he'll manage on what's left.
[OOC: This is Nathaniel from his pre-canon days. Pre-canon meant Nathaniel was a whore up until Anita saves his butt in Burnt Offerings (when Nathaniel was 19). I've brought him in before Gabriel made him a wereleopard, which means he's sixteen (about a year before he's turned). He's likely to proposition anyone who tags him, but if he's declined, he'll be fine with just talking. :)
Warning for smut in the Asher thread.]
His face is younger, gaunter, and sporting some fading bruises, but the lilac eyes and the impossibly long auburn hair are a dead giveaway to his identity.
Nathaniel closes the door, laughing to himself. It's been a good night so far, even if the damn snow had moved in. He'd scored the heroin he'd wanted, along with a couple grams of coke, and while Gavin was out partying with a handful of them from his stable, Nathaniel was free to do as he pleased tonight.
He goes up to the bar, eyes slightly glassy, and looks around. He turns around, scanning the large room, and mutters, "What do you have to do to get a pop around here?" Nathaniel turns back around, there's a bottle of orange pop waiting for him. A little frown turns down his pretty mouth, but he accepts it, tossing a couple of crumpled bills onto the bartop.
Sliding into a booth, Nathaniel pulls out the cash in his pocket and counts it, considering Gavin's cut, his rent, and how much food he'll manage on what's left.
[OOC: This is Nathaniel from his pre-canon days. Pre-canon meant Nathaniel was a whore up until Anita saves his butt in Burnt Offerings (when Nathaniel was 19). I've brought him in before Gabriel made him a wereleopard, which means he's sixteen (about a year before he's turned). He's likely to proposition anyone who tags him, but if he's declined, he'll be fine with just talking. :)
Warning for smut in the Asher thread.]