who: @bigmandiego when/where: spring fling gala
Nate had a drink in his hand, leaning back against the bar, looking for all the world like he was relaxed - weight tipped backwards, one ankle kicked over the other, casually sipping as he scanned the room. It was only as someone got closer that they'd see the tension bracketing his features, the rigidity of his shoulders. Unfortunately, it was Diego who got too close, a scowl crossing Nate's face as the other man pushed his way into the bar next to him. He shifted over slightly, a sigh leaving his lips - not exactly bothering to hide his irritation - as he shot a sideways glance at the man he had known unfortunately way too long.
















