nathan quinn

“Why do you always read my mind?” Frankie asked, a coy smile on her lips as she reached her hands up toward him, her nonverbal way of asking for him to help her up. “Plus, I heard there’s a cool new bar on Second Ave. Apparently Matthew Mcconaughey went last week. You in?”

“we tend to share a brain, you and i.” he put hands in hers and pulled her up from her failed meditation, raising a brow in her direction. “alright, alright, alright.” nate said, laughing in the process. “i’m in. actually, should we bar hop or just stay there until we annoy the bartender?”

“ no dad, i’m not struggling with money and i am having steady income with my two jobs and i’d really like to ask if all you called me for is just to shit on me because you’re bored, “ wally grumbled. there is a pause while his dad speaks from the other line- and wally’s eyebrows furrow a bit more. “ no, i can’t have dinner with you on that day, i have a rehearsal. “ he clicks off his phone, putting it back into his pocket. he sits down on a bench in the factory’s garden, covering his face with both his hands. wally lets out a muffled growl before he runs his fingers through his hair. 

nate held a cigarette in between a finger and his thumb, inhaling deeply before blowing most of the smoke out. he spoke within the cloud of it. “fathers are fucking shit, yeah?” it wasn’t really a question. they were. “you know, at least he wants to go to dinner with you.”

She could only purse her lips in response; the slightest curve of a smile crossing over her features as she looked down onto the street below. Cigarette smoke pouring from her lungs with a laugh. “A New Yorker that likes things quiet… You’re like a Manhattan unicorn.” It seemed like a such a silly concept when said out-loud, but Tris supposed she couldn’t exactly blame him. There were some nights where she would kill not to have to hear the sound of traffic outside of her bedroom window; where she would kill to be anywhere else but the city that never slept. 

At his question, she couldn’t help herself but laugh yet again – the short sound tinged in amusement at his tone. “I decided I couldn’t look at my cello for another second, and came for refuge.” Was all that Beatrice said at first, glancing up at him from where she leaned against the edge of the building. “Falling asleep wasn’t exactly a part of the plan, but… Here we are. What about you? Nothing better to do tonight?

“i can deal with the city chaos; all the horns and traffic. it’s just... the people sometimes drive me a little mad. though, city boy through and through. i’m from london. manhattan unicorn is one way to put it though, sure.” fingers placed at the edge of his cigarette, he blew smoke in the opposite direction and looked elsewhere as he listened to her speak.

“you play?” he asked, turning attention back to her. “that’s amazing. i could never play. well, never say never but...” he drifted off, flicking ash to stone. “i’ve already done the better part of my evening, actually. i had a show tonight so i guess i’m just coming down from the high of all that. it’s been nice to come here and just be a nobody.”

“Hey, I said if I want it,” Mog corrected, determined not to give him the upper hand, “Buyer’s market. If I don’t want it, I don’t need it.” Mostly true in her case. Unluckily for Nate (if he did want her money), she had connections in place already if she was really that desperate. Could never hurt to keep your options open, though, so she listened as he listed his whole stash. “You can’t walk more than a block without bumping into some weed, so I feel you,” she agreed, “But fine, have them to yourself. I thought this place was like, a collective or whatever, but what do I know.”

“a collective?” he asked with a smirk. “just because we all collect in one area doesn’t mean we collectively share. but i’m also an only child so, i suppose that may have something to do with it.” nate mused, mostly to himself. “besides, what if you’re a narc or something? i can talk about my drugs all day but if i sell them to you, that’s a whole different sentence and honestly, i just don’t feel like dealing with my lawyer right now. he’s kind of an asshole.”

Morrigan turned around, quirking a brow at Nate. She had to admit she was intrigued by his forwardness about carrying a whole arsenal of substances with him, and then the latter part almost seemed like a challenge. “I think I can afford it if I want it,” she said, not wanting to be too eager about it. Besides, she didn’t know what he even had. She wasn’t about to get all hype if he was only packing the same old. “What’ve you got then?”

“that sounds like a bankruptcy in the making.” he knitted brows together. he didn’t care enough about money to redeem it like this. “or a drug addict talking but who am i to judge?” crossing his arms, he hashed it over in his head. “coke, mostly. various pills, have to look at the collection. molly.” nate paused. “no weed because i’m too lazy to roll it myself and i can get anyone to pass their blunt so it’s just not worth it to carry around.” he stared at her for a moment, wondering how serious she could possibly be. “i’m not giving you my drugs.”

ivy couldn’t help but laugh when she saw his reaction and shrugged. “that’s on you for judging a book by its cover, querido.” she smiled. “i’m a little box of surprises” 

“‘suppose it is, huh?” he smiled - a rarity in front of a stranger but she had nice energy. “need a tour or have you already figured the place out?”

Bea was sure she had seen his face somewhere before; a hint of recognition pawing at the back of her mind…but she resigned herself to not knowing when nothing seemed to jog her memory. Watching him as if the flickering from his lighter might highlight something across his features that she had missed before. She let a long moment pass by, the silence lingering between them, before she finally leaned forward; pushing her hair back behind her shoulders as she lit her cigarette in the flame. 

She just took a long drag, leaning forward against the edge of the rooftop; down, down, down until her elbows her rest comfortably against the cool stone. Her eyes flickering over every edge of the city that she could see before glancing back toward him. “Almost too quiet.” Beatrice agreed with a quirk of her brow, the smoke escaping her lips in a long trail as she spoke. “But I guess we should enjoy it while we can. It’s only a matter of time until that homeless guy from down the block starts screaming about the end of the world again. I was starting to think he never slept, but – I  suppose I stand corrected.”

“no such thing.” he smiled, shaking his head before taking a drag of his cigarette he lit shortly after lighting hers. “mostly because of that. though, he usually has fair points.” nate turned to hop up and take a seat on the edge, watching as the ash burned between his fingers. it was rare you could find someone to share comfortable silence with but they both seemed to do just fine. “what brings you to the factory rooftop?” there was a sense of silliness to his voice; he couldn’t really take the place all too seriously but it wasn’t to say he didn’t enjoy it.

open to: everyone location: factory bedroom time: 10:45 AM, saturday

cross-legged, airpods nestled into her ears, eyes closed, and head pounding with a raging hangover from the night before, frankie sat on a yoga mat and tried her best to focus on her breathing as the meditation instructor spoke through her headphones. after about four minutes of the inability to clear her mind — she finally let out a sigh all but ripped the airpods out of her ears and opened her eyes. “okay, nothing is going to cure this hangover. i give up.”

nate leaned against the wall, arms crossed as he waited for her meditation to be done. he could only imagine it wouldn’t last that long and he was proven correct. “you know what cures a hangover?” he took a few steps forward, looking down at the blonde. “more alcohol.”

OPEN. Possible locations: rooftop, alleyway, fire escape, whatever you feel tbh!

It was late ⁠— if you were one of those sheeple who bought into the whole concept of time. For the informed, it was not an odd hour whatsoever. Just dark, that was all. Morrigan was waiting for an appointment, or whatever the right term was for it in this case… so alright, maybe there was such a thing as time after all. In any case, her patience was being tried. Finally she heard footsteps behind her. Without turning around to look at their source she said ominously, “I’ve been expecting you.”

a guitar and bag on his person, he walked up the stairs to reach the rooftop but was put to a stop in the middle of the staircase. unamused based on tone of voice but amused in his own head, he raised a brow. “doubtful, darling.” he would never assume someone would be waiting for him, his ego just didn’t reach those variables. “do my footsteps match those of your drug dealer? because i’ve gotta be honest, i have a plethora of drugs on me but it’s going to cost you a lot to get me to hand them over.”

henry caught the phone in his hands, shaking his head at nate’s remark. “sushi it is — and maybe you’ll get mercury poison.” he looked up from the phone and shot nate a grin before scrolling through the list of neighborhood restaurants. “hey, really though — if you feel like you’re missing something, it’ll come to you. it always does.” he shrugged, pulling up the sushi restaurant’s menu. “and in the meantime, spicy tuna or spicy scallops?”

nate crossed his fingers alongside a raise of his brows. “i know, i know. i just always have this imaginary deadline in my head.” he winkled his nose at the thought of scallops. “tuna always. and california rolls, obviously.”

favourite animal?

“a cat, if you’d believe it. but probably a panther or something.”

if i’m in love.

“‘fraid not. kind of wish i was. losing all inspiration lately.”

3 things i love unconditionally

“my first guitar i’ve ever owned, mum, probably someone not in my life yet. maybe @hcnrycole.”

how many piercings i have.

“i have my right ear pierced and that’s it.”