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thecapitol2015-11-10 09:35 pm
fuckitall) wrote in thecapitol2015-11-10 09:35 pm
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The past, the present, and the future walked into the bar. (It was tense.)
Who| Nick and youuu.
What| ALL HIS FRIENDS ARE DEAAAAAAD. Are yours too? Come have a drink!
Where| Know Where Bar aka where Nick works as a bartender.
When| Before the Crowning
Warnings/Notes| It's Nick. He's depressing, but he'll make you all the drinks you want! So uh, drinking? Also see this post here if you want your character on the menu! (As a drink...)
Back to work at the Shit Hole. That's not the name of the bar he's been working at but Nick has come to refer to it by different names depending on his mood or the crowd. There's a couple of television screens at the bar for him to see the last moments of the arena as it unfolded, but as soon as the last of them got taken out, he just numbed himself to prepare for the worst. The slew of customers have either been over enthused fans (who still tip Nick...for some reason) or incoming mourners and he feels pretty messed up to hope that Ellis and the others are part of the latter group. He just needs to see some friendly face.
...because all he knows from his previous life is truly gone. Luke's gone. He always came back before in times of doubt or when hope seemed to have dimmed out entirely. But now, he's gone just like Jane and Clementine are. Nick had a feeling especially when he heard nothing from Luke when he received his sponsor gifts, but he has yet to come across most of the people he's come to call his friends since he saw them perish on screen. Work hours have been getting in the way, with more and more customers piling in from the arena hype to enjoy the updated menu of cocktails named after celebrities. Some he doesn't get, others he sneers at...but it's mostly just a few dozen more recipes he's gotta remember in his head.
Since his life seems to be adding up to become some elaborate joke where the punch line is "all your friends are dead haha!" work has been referred to as the Shit Hole. Tips - the majority of his earnings, have been abysmal the past couple of but he doesn't care. He is never one to drink on the job but he did sneak two shots during his break. It's nowhere near enough for him to be outright drunk but just enough for him to get through the day.
Nick frowns at his reflection from the glass he's cleaning before letting out a sigh. Five more hours to go before he can head back to his room to try to sleep. He hears the door open but doesn't look up as he slides the menu over, his voice dry.
"Welcome to Bar (fucking) Know Where. What can I get for you?"
What| ALL HIS FRIENDS ARE DEAAAAAAD. Are yours too? Come have a drink!
Where| Know Where Bar aka where Nick works as a bartender.
When| Before the Crowning
Warnings/Notes| It's Nick. He's depressing, but he'll make you all the drinks you want! So uh, drinking? Also see this post here if you want your character on the menu! (As a drink...)
Back to work at the Shit Hole. That's not the name of the bar he's been working at but Nick has come to refer to it by different names depending on his mood or the crowd. There's a couple of television screens at the bar for him to see the last moments of the arena as it unfolded, but as soon as the last of them got taken out, he just numbed himself to prepare for the worst. The slew of customers have either been over enthused fans (who still tip Nick...for some reason) or incoming mourners and he feels pretty messed up to hope that Ellis and the others are part of the latter group. He just needs to see some friendly face.
...because all he knows from his previous life is truly gone. Luke's gone. He always came back before in times of doubt or when hope seemed to have dimmed out entirely. But now, he's gone just like Jane and Clementine are. Nick had a feeling especially when he heard nothing from Luke when he received his sponsor gifts, but he has yet to come across most of the people he's come to call his friends since he saw them perish on screen. Work hours have been getting in the way, with more and more customers piling in from the arena hype to enjoy the updated menu of cocktails named after celebrities. Some he doesn't get, others he sneers at...but it's mostly just a few dozen more recipes he's gotta remember in his head.
Since his life seems to be adding up to become some elaborate joke where the punch line is "all your friends are dead haha!" work has been referred to as the Shit Hole. Tips - the majority of his earnings, have been abysmal the past couple of but he doesn't care. He is never one to drink on the job but he did sneak two shots during his break. It's nowhere near enough for him to be outright drunk but just enough for him to get through the day.
Nick frowns at his reflection from the glass he's cleaning before letting out a sigh. Five more hours to go before he can head back to his room to try to sleep. He hears the door open but doesn't look up as he slides the menu over, his voice dry.
"Welcome to Bar (fucking) Know Where. What can I get for you?"
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He missed this, he missed being in a bed that wasn't his own but Nick had been understandably depressed with the losses he's suffered. Hell, he hasn't seen his world's Nick and Rochelle come back from the Arena...and it broke the young man's heart that he and Coach would carry on. "Sugar, I haven't seen ya in a while, talk to me?"
They have each other now, right?
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"You're back." Relief hits him like a wave. Ellis is the first face he's seen since the end of the arena so there are others that need to be accounted for, but experience has taught him that even having just one other person around means he's not alone. He's not the last man standing because he shouldn't be.
"Thank god," he says with a low voice, just loud enough for Ellis to hear. "Thank fuckin' god."
Just moments ago he was annoyed at having to be on the job but right now it's a good distraction to keep himself from hitting another low point. It takes him only a few seconds to mix together Ellis's drink.
"Here. It's on me." Nick slides the drink over for Ellis to take before putting his hand over the mechanic's first. The crowd might pick up soon.
"You okay?"
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El could see farther than the survivor who was given a raw deal: he saw a friend, and a lover who could croon his way into anything he asked out of him. He's heard Nick laugh and that was the most wonderful sound in Panem, and he's heard his silent mourning.
"I'm fine, but yer not, are ya?" he inquired with a lot of worry in his behavior. "Are ya sure you hafta work?"
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"I don't know how I'm doin'," he replies honestly, with apathy weighing down his words. Otherwise, he'd quirk an eyebrow at Ellis for assuming he's not okay...and the other isn't wrong for assuming that anyhow. He pulls away from the touch to serve some water for a customer that just asked for it before walking back to Ellis. "I'm stuck here for another few hours though."
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"I don't mind waitin' for ya." As if he couldn't mortify the man enough.