Crack Pot Classiness || Nate/Abby
Nate gave a yawn, large and catlike as he tried to figure out the door to the Aether dorms as if nothing was amiss, just taking that casual evening stroll. Or was it night? No, it must be morning by now β the sun was up β what cunning skills of deduction he had. Life was some sort of haze β it was to be described like a cycle at best. He had blasted through alcohol like a true sailor (just never to actually step foot on a boat) in order to forget and all that had earned him were a few more regrets. So he went from trying to forget to... trying to not care. Well β care less than he already didn't. Quite the feat but he was determined to get there, this amicable self destructive warpath he was travelling upon with no apparent reason behind it.
It would be a journey, he told himself.
Everyone eventually left him, the coward left standing. Tanner, Alexa, almost Ariana even β he considered himself almost friendless. So it was to his utter (but not wholly unwanted) surprise when Abby, ever considered the good girl, hinted at her want for experimentation. First the drinking and now this? He'd have to be stupid to not notice the line she was toeing β but he was selfish enough to push it off. Who was he to dictate her actions?
Still, the door was evading him β he never made it a habit to get invited into the other dorms, after all Nyx was where all the parties were. Grumbling like a crotchety old dog, he pulled out his phone to call Abby, taking a damned seat on the pavement β he would be part of the furniture today. βLet me in, Abby.β With almost a whine in his voice, Nate yawned again.
