Friday Night at the Winchester

[provenhumanity]

For the past couple of days, George had committed himself to being as selfless as possible. Of course, he had his own worries-- the end of term being less than a month away, for example-- but with both Mitchell and Sookie worried about council results, he'd tried his best to keep things pleasant and calm. That meant lots of well-wishing, being as

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[cpt_invincible]

Nathan hasn't been around long, but he's decided it's not all half bad. The food's all free, which is a plus, at least, and he's picked out a sweet spot for himself in the rec center as well.

Though, to be fair he was getting most everything for free back home, anyway, once the whole ASBO Five thing had started, including hotel stays. And come to think of it, while the ladies of the island are generally decent to look at, he was getting shagged a lot more back home.

So actually, the island's a bit shit. This is all shit.

Luckily, Nathan's learned that sometimes, the best solution to these sorts of problems is to get as pissed as humanly possible.

"So who's a guy got to harass to get a pint of lager around here?" he asks, plopping down on one of the chairs at the bar.

[red_ponytail]

"I find," Bill said lightly from where he was sat a bit down the bar, "if you ask nicely there's no harassment needed, fancy that." Taking a swallow of his own drink, he glanced over at the bloke with a small but friendly smile.

[cpt_invincible]

"Yeah, and I find," Nathan replies, looking over at him, "if you don't want to sound like a cunt, it's best to keep your mouth shut. You know, if you're you, I mean."

He's fairly certain he's seen the bloke around the compound, cooking or messing about the kitchen or something, but that doesn't give him the right to be all high and mighty about Nathan's choice of words.

[red_ponytail]

Unruffled, Bill shrugged, taking another leisurely drink before he responded. "Thanks for the tip," he replied evenly. "Enjoy your pint, whenever you get one."

[cpt_invincible]

Nathan considers that for a second, and instead of letting it go, hops down off of his stool and onto one right next to the ginger bloke.

"All right then," he says, hitting the guy lightly on the arm, as if they're old friends, "You order one for me, if you're the expert."

[red_ponytail]

Bill considered that a moment. "You're old enough, yeah?" he asked, the question mainly rhetorical since the bloke looked to be at least twenty or so. "Yeah, all right."

He drained his own pint, then flagged down the waitress, giving Jess a charming smile. "Can I get another of these, please, love? And one for this lad, as well."

"I think I can handle that," said Jess with a bright smile, "and if you promise a sweet tip, I can even bump you to the front of the line."

"Consider it done," Bill replied, grinning, before Jess went to get their drinks.

[cpt_invincible]

"Please tell me you're shaggin' her," Nathan says, just as soon as the waitress has walked off. Nice legs, decent tits... Nathan'd certainly be all over her if given the chance. When she comes back, maybe he'll even have a go at it.

Unless this bloke's 'sweet tip' is actually referring to the tip of his cock, which Nathan suspects it is.

[red_ponytail]

"Jess? Not that it's any of your sodding business if I was, but no," Bill replied pleasantly. "I'm not."

He smiled and thanked Jess when she brought back their drinks, taking a swig of his own before addressing the kid again. "So what's your name, now that I've ordered you a pint?" he asked. "I'm Bill Weasley."

[cpt_invincible]

Nathan drains about half of his drink then, just in case either this ginger bloke or the waitress or someone decide they're going to try and make him pay for it or something. It's still all a bit odd to him, everything being free.

"Then what was all that talk about the tip of your cock and all the secretive and suggestive winking shit?" Nathan asks, then, though he may have imagined the winking.

[red_ponytail]

"No one was winking, mate," Bill said. He wasn't sure yet whether this kid, who apparently refused to give his name, was deliberately trying to stir up shit or if it was just how he was. "And I'm fairly fucking sure she wasn't talking about the tip of my cock when she said 'sweet tip'."

[cpt_invincible]

It's not that Nathan's refused to give his name, there are just more important things to be discussed, like the waitress with the gorgeous arse.

"Yeah, alright. I can pretend too if that's what we're doin'," Nathan responds, then takes another gulp of his drink.

[red_ponytail]

"Give it a go yourself, if you're interested," Bill said over the rim of his glass. "I can't guarantee you'll get a favorable response, though."

[ghostinthecity]

"Well, the bartender tends to be who," Annie said swivelling on her stool to look at the bloke who was making quite the fuss. Propping an elbow up on the bar top she considered this one. He was new or new enough that she didn't know who he was, though she supposed that technically covered a whole variety of people.

Anyways it didn't much matter. New was new and new was exciting in its way. Cracking a smile, she shrugged. "Give a wave, say hello and most people are more than willing to just give you one."

[cpt_invincible]

Well, this one's a bit of a looker, so that's a plus. Though, Nathan's kind of got a rule about ladies with hair that's nearly as beautiful as his own, most of the time. He'll make an exception, just this one time.

"So, that includes you, then?" he asks, resting his head on one hand as he leans against the bar, "You'd be willing to just give me one?"

[ghostinthecity]

Brows knitting together in confusion, Annie glanced towards the bar before back at the guy. "Well, I suppose I could but I think that people might stare or ask questions. They tend to go a bit funny when you just hop over and get started when you're not supposed to," she explained, laughing as she shrugged trying to diffuse the confusion as to why he would be asking her to give him a pint. Well she sort of had offered.

"I wouldn't want to get us throw out. That'd be such a waste."

[cpt_invincible]

Nathan looks over at the bar, then back at her, a bit surprised, but impressed, all the same. And he didn't even have to tell her about his being immortal or anything.

"Right here? Behind the bar?" he asks, expression brightening, "Didn't figure you for the dirty type, but I'm game if you are."

That might be worth getting thrown out of the bar, really.