#nickclas

Where: bar pool tables When: Mid August Who: @nickclas

Nadia didn’t really know how to play pool well, but she wasn’t playing for any real stakes. Just drinks and she had a feeling the guy playing with her would buy her next round whether she won or lost. He was staring at her chest, small though it was, every time she leaned over the table to take a shot. With her thirtieth birthday coming up, it was a nice ego boost even if he wasn’t exactly her type. 

Or it had been until a very unhappy redhead returned from the bathroom (how long had she been in there?) and glared daggers at Nadia. She dragged the man away from the pool table and right out of the bar despite his protests that nothing was going to happen and it was just a friendly game. 

“Damn,” she muttered, staring at the half finished game of pool. “Guess I’m buying my own drinks again.” Leaning on the cue, she looked around, raising her voice slightly. “Looks like I lost my opponent, anyone up for a game?” 

She’d heard from Jasper he’d been in talks with Nickel, cut short by an interruption from someone who was not in their little need to know basis. So naturally, she was left to pick up the reigns. Take control over a rebellion that was, essentially, hers anyway. Peridot had made a point of dawdling around as time grew closer to their closing, making sure the two of them would have to stay back after hours, if only for another ten minutes. She needed to chat with Nickel without the possibility if prying eyes and people who’s ears were too big. There were only a select few places where she’d be able to have these chats with people, and after hours at the rookery was one of the better places. 

After doing a quick check around the place making sure all the customers and other staff had cleared out, she made her move towards Nickel. A glass of water, surprisingly, in her hand as she cleared her throat and made her appearance known. She casually let her back rest against the bar and cracked her neck before she began. “So. A little birdy told me you and Jasper had been discussing something. Something to do with change and that whole little Fidchell thing.” She was so casual, words rolling from her tongue as though she was asking about the weather. “Care to elaborate?”

Harvest Reaping: For some headcanons about our muses.

They could gossip together

Tiger would also enjoy a drink with Nickel

She wants to hear about his dual identities, she gets that

He has eclectic interests and she’s very odd

posturing for no good reason like Grown Ass Adults

dad mode episode 1: “I Am 129 Years Your Senior And This Is Why You Should Listen To Me”

dad mode episode 2: stop picking fights with dudes who are bigger than you 

“i’ll show you mine if you show me yours” personal power edition

if you eavesdrop you’re probably gonna hear something super dirty 

Honey Wine: For my muse to describe yours while ridiculously drunk.

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

{ → Tin } please stop dancing like that{ → Tin } I can see your flailing from across the club

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

{ → Tin } have you ever considered{ → Tin } never mind it’s probably not legal anymore

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.