-- arrogant boy. )

Nic nodded as she responded to him, "Works for me." He would proceed to fall silent as she spoke, aware that the morning sickness had been kicking her ass. "I looked up some stuff that might help you with that." He began, "Brought some with me, they're in the second to last bag on the counter. Have you tried lemons? I know lemons helped Jen--" Cutting himself off, he cleared his throat roughly, before shaking his head, and dropping the subject altogether. With another nod as she took the invite out of his hand, a smile of his own seemed to mimic hers the moment he saw her features lighten up. At the very least, he knew Nate could cheer her up. And then just like that, it was gone. Her question brought a sigh from his lips, "Nate wants you there, and that's all that matters." He replied, as he looked away from her. He had yet to tell Alison about the pregnancy. Not out of dread of what she might do if she found out, he could handle his best friend. No. It was out of fear. He had been down this road once before, and he had been more than excited to become a father. And then it all came crashing down. He was afraid to even really speak the words out loud. As if had he, it'd suddenly jinxed the entire thing. And despite what that lost would do to him, he was more afraid of what it might do to her. "That's good. Where did you want to eat?"

Nic rolled his eyes as she brought up the night at the bar, a smirk lingering upon his features. "How did you know?" He tossed back, his words nothing sure of sarcastic, but holding no real malice towards the subject. In fact, his tone was rather light. "And here I thought you'd be the kind of girl to want to step outside the expected. Shame."

Nic gave pause, and then immediately nodded his head. "Sure." He agreed, the idea was more then fine with him. He just figured she'd have more interesting people she'd want to celebrate with. "How about I take you out. Dinner? Anything in particular?"

Nic: Get some rest, huh?

"Sex hair." He responded, "Duh." His rather solemn features than lightened up, a bright smile beamed at the other. "At least I don't look like a wet poodle. What the hell happened, did you guys fuck in a fountain or something? Do you want a brush?"

"You should." He replied, firmly. "It's good news, something you've worked for. Celebrate the win, Libs." Her next question would give him pause, not because he didn't know the answer, but because there seemed to be a hesitance there about it. "Well, I mean, drinking isn't the only way to celebrate something, Libby. There's dinner, a night out with friends, shopping --- it depends on your comfort level. And what would make you appreciate it more. Not resent it. So, what would you like to do?"

Nic eyed the blonde, the side of his mouth curled up, yet he sat silent for a moment longer than necessary. "Well, I mean--- I'm not the best person to ask here, Ms. Church." He replied, "My battle strategies might end up with you out of a job, and I can't have that on my conscience, now can I?" Not like he had worst things on his conscience or anything. No, not at all. "My strategy would include a scare tactic, but like I said, probably safer people to ask."

Nic: But as long as you're okay, then I guess it's fine.

“You’ve got your story, I’ve got mine.”

With a plate full of food, and a beer just within reach, Nic found himself in heaven at that particular moment. Watching the girl's demeanor as she spoke on the phone, it was clear that whatever it was, it had been good news. This only being proven when she turned to him, and excitement filled the atmosphere between them. "See, I told you, you had it." He responded, "Congratulations, Libby." He reached for the beer, and brought it to his lips, "You should celebrate."

"Hey---" Nic shouted from behind the male who seemed to continue to screw with the prey he allowed his eyes to pindown. The closer he got, the easier it became to tell that the male had been drinking. The odor of liquor almost too overwhelming, even for Nic. At the sound of his voice, the male seemed to turn, and his mouth had opened. Whatever was said had been missed, as Nic swung into the jaw of the other. With enough force that it'd knock him off his ass, and in his drunken state, the male couldn't find it in him to get up. Allowing Nic the opportunity of driving a forceful kick in the other's gut. A grunt escaped his lips, before Nic kneeled down, placing the drunken individual's face in between his hand, he tilted his head up. Giving Nic a good look at him. "When the lady says stop, you stop." He told him, "When the lady says no, it means no. If the lady had originally agreed, and she changed her mind, it means no. When the lady tells you to leave her alone, it means no." He explained, slowly, "If I see you bugging another lady, that clearly doesn't want anything to do with you, next time, I'll make sure you'll missing a few fingers." Nic stated, before giving him a few quick pats against the side of his face, and then stood. He looked over at the woman, "I'm sure that would've been less physical," A lie. "had he not continued to interrupt my meal. You good? Did you need a ride or anything?"

The frantic demeanor of the other hadn't effected Nic like it would've most. Sure there was a level of concern that washed over him, but fear, or shock at the sudden out lash, those things weren't there. Furrowing his brows slightly, he made his way towards the table. Clearly going against all that she had just said, turning his head slowly towards her, "I'm not going to open this bag, and see it's a spider, or a bug. Or something that could easily be killed, or tossed out. Am I?"