Fishin' (Open to Nate)

[shield_topdog]

Nick opened the fridge and removed a six pack of beer and placed the bottles in the cooler at his feet. He looked down at the six bottles in the cooler and took out another six pack. He removed another six pack from the fridge and placed the bottles in the cooler with the other two. He removed some left over pasta and placed the container in the

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[nate_dayspring]

Nate finished scribbling a note and left it under the bottle of gingerale on the table next to the bed. He'd mentioned doing this to Dom earlier, but it helped to remind her. And quietly.

He edged quietly away from the sleeping woman and the room, glancing back once. She was sound asleep, and as bad a person as it made him, he was glad.

He needed alcohol. LOTS of alcohol. He needed to cope with the news they'd had, and right now, he hadnt' even really thought about it.

Sighing, he entered the coordinates Nick had left and bodyslid. He ended up about ten feet from the pond, facing Nick.

"Fury."

[shield_topdog]

"Dayspring," Nick nodded. "Grab a beer, a pole and a seat," Nick said nodding toward each item.

[nate_dayspring]

Nate made a beeline for the cooler, pulled a bottle out and belted it, quickly. He finished it, set the bottle down and chugged a can. He was halfway through the third before he slowed down enough to eye the folding chairs didainfully.

"Is that even going to hold me?" He frowned a second later. "Sorry. ...bad week."

[shield_topdog]

"It should," Nick replied. "That bad that yer puttin' back beers faster than Logan?"