ot4 - 16 (purple)
Title: strange boys in bars pt2
’Verse/characters: ot4 (megan, nash, and neil)
Prompt: 16 - purple
Word Count: 538
Rating: pg for two instances of swearing
Notes: the sequel to strange boys in bars. takes place the next morning. the blind pig is an actual bar in ann arbor, mi, but as far as i know, none of my friends or aquaintences was ever kicked out of it for fighting.
"What the hell did you do to yourself?" Megan demands the next morning, when Nash comes downstairs to get some coffee. The area around his eye isn't too badly swollen but is coming up a nice dark purple, and the cut on his lip looks like it started to scab over and then cracked, and all things considered it looks like it hurts.
"He got into a fight at the Blind Pig," Neil says from the table, where he's doing the crossword puzzle. "What's 'Left on a map'? Second letter's E."
"West." Megan waves her left hand at him, then beckons to Nash. "Come here. What did you do?"
"I had to defend a lady's honor." He grins, then grimaces and gingerly touches his lip. "Ow. Is there coffee?"
"Not for you. Did you put ice on that?"
"Daniel made me ice my face. What do you mean, no coffee for me?" He pouts. Megan is not swayed. She points to a chair.
"Sit."
Nash sits.
"Good boy," Neil says. He reaches over to pat Nash on the head. "You have had better-looking mornings. 'Foot, to Flavius'? Three letters, last one is S. What's 'foot' in Latin?"
"Ped," Nash says. "Pes. What do you want me to do with that?" he asks Megan, who has gotten a stick of butter out of the freezer and is offering it to him. "I take milk in my coffee."
"Put this on your lip," she says.
"It'll defrost," Neil comments.
Nash raises an eyebrow. "I'll be covered in butter and people will want me to mouth their toast. Besides, that's for burns."
"What happened to the ice?" Megan asks, putting the butter back in the freezer.
"Someone who looks a lot like Daniel made me hold it against my eye until it melted."
"All of it?"
"All of it. Can I have my coffee now?"
"Whose honor did you have to defend? I didn't think you knew anyone who had any honor."
"Carole's friend Marie-Claude. A frat boy at the next table called her a charming name, so I had to hit him. I would have won, too, had he not had friends."
"Carole kicked one of them in the nuts," Neil adds helpfully.
"Violence is not the answer," Megan says.
"Yes, Mom," Nash says, completely failing to look contrite. He gets up to sniff at the coffeemaker. "What flavor is this and how old is it?"
"Breakfast Blend, what do you think?"
Nash finds a clean mug, fills it with coffee, adds milk, and takes a sip. "Ow," he says, making a face and dabbing at the cut on his lip. "Fuck. This is not going to be pleasant, is it."
"No." Megan can't help looking a little smug. "You should have thought of that before you put your face in the way of someone's fist."
Nash sits back down and continues drinking his coffee, determined not to let a little thing like a split lip interfere with his caffeination. Getting hit in the face (and then having to suffer through your housemate's attentions to it) is the risk you take when you start fights with rude people, but there's no reason to let it keep you from your coffee.
’Verse/characters: ot4 (megan, nash, and neil)
Prompt: 16 - purple
Word Count: 538
Rating: pg for two instances of swearing
Notes: the sequel to strange boys in bars. takes place the next morning. the blind pig is an actual bar in ann arbor, mi, but as far as i know, none of my friends or aquaintences was ever kicked out of it for fighting.
"What the hell did you do to yourself?" Megan demands the next morning, when Nash comes downstairs to get some coffee. The area around his eye isn't too badly swollen but is coming up a nice dark purple, and the cut on his lip looks like it started to scab over and then cracked, and all things considered it looks like it hurts.
"He got into a fight at the Blind Pig," Neil says from the table, where he's doing the crossword puzzle. "What's 'Left on a map'? Second letter's E."
"West." Megan waves her left hand at him, then beckons to Nash. "Come here. What did you do?"
"I had to defend a lady's honor." He grins, then grimaces and gingerly touches his lip. "Ow. Is there coffee?"
"Not for you. Did you put ice on that?"
"Daniel made me ice my face. What do you mean, no coffee for me?" He pouts. Megan is not swayed. She points to a chair.
"Sit."
Nash sits.
"Good boy," Neil says. He reaches over to pat Nash on the head. "You have had better-looking mornings. 'Foot, to Flavius'? Three letters, last one is S. What's 'foot' in Latin?"
"Ped," Nash says. "Pes. What do you want me to do with that?" he asks Megan, who has gotten a stick of butter out of the freezer and is offering it to him. "I take milk in my coffee."
"Put this on your lip," she says.
"It'll defrost," Neil comments.
Nash raises an eyebrow. "I'll be covered in butter and people will want me to mouth their toast. Besides, that's for burns."
"What happened to the ice?" Megan asks, putting the butter back in the freezer.
"Someone who looks a lot like Daniel made me hold it against my eye until it melted."
"All of it?"
"All of it. Can I have my coffee now?"
"Whose honor did you have to defend? I didn't think you knew anyone who had any honor."
"Carole's friend Marie-Claude. A frat boy at the next table called her a charming name, so I had to hit him. I would have won, too, had he not had friends."
"Carole kicked one of them in the nuts," Neil adds helpfully.
"Violence is not the answer," Megan says.
"Yes, Mom," Nash says, completely failing to look contrite. He gets up to sniff at the coffeemaker. "What flavor is this and how old is it?"
"Breakfast Blend, what do you think?"
Nash finds a clean mug, fills it with coffee, adds milk, and takes a sip. "Ow," he says, making a face and dabbing at the cut on his lip. "Fuck. This is not going to be pleasant, is it."
"No." Megan can't help looking a little smug. "You should have thought of that before you put your face in the way of someone's fist."
Nash sits back down and continues drinking his coffee, determined not to let a little thing like a split lip interfere with his caffeination. Getting hit in the face (and then having to suffer through your housemate's attentions to it) is the risk you take when you start fights with rude people, but there's no reason to let it keep you from your coffee.