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sicparvasmagna) wrote2016-12-17 10:55 pm
sicparvasmagna) wrote2016-12-17 10:55 pm
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[[dec 17, curtis]]
He's not stalking. He's not a stalker, that would be embarrassing and knowing Nate's luck, Officer fucking Cooper would show up from that other Darrow just to arrest him again if he were. But he's not. He just happens to be at Semele's the same night Beth said Curtis would probably working, and he just happens to have placed himself strategically in the middle of the bar so that he can see everything. It's not that he doesn't trust Beth's judgement, far from it, but Nate has been curious ever since she dragged him out for coffee, and he's never been good at letting curiosity lie.
Someone who Nate is pretty sure is Not Curtis comes over to take his drink order and Nate shoos them away. He doesn't want to be too obvious so he figures the easiest method of approach is waiting until Curtis turns up to take his order, at which point he can stealthily initiate a conversation. But as usual, the universe hates him, and so far Curtis is nowhere to be seen.
It he's going to be here a while, Nate figures, he might as well distract himself, so he pulls Drake's journal out of his pocket and starts sketching idly. He's been carrying it around more frequently lately, trying to get back into the habit. His conversation with Lincoln prompted a newfound desire for it again, so he sits in the bar and draws, outlining faces and capturing snippets of conversation in pencil. After a while he's got four new pages of sketches and he's even relented and ordered a beer.
A little longer and he starts to forget why he actually came in here, content to drink and sketch until with another stroke of bad luck, the lead from his pencil snaps. "Ah crap."
Someone who Nate is pretty sure is Not Curtis comes over to take his drink order and Nate shoos them away. He doesn't want to be too obvious so he figures the easiest method of approach is waiting until Curtis turns up to take his order, at which point he can stealthily initiate a conversation. But as usual, the universe hates him, and so far Curtis is nowhere to be seen.
It he's going to be here a while, Nate figures, he might as well distract himself, so he pulls Drake's journal out of his pocket and starts sketching idly. He's been carrying it around more frequently lately, trying to get back into the habit. His conversation with Lincoln prompted a newfound desire for it again, so he sits in the bar and draws, outlining faces and capturing snippets of conversation in pencil. After a while he's got four new pages of sketches and he's even relented and ordered a beer.
A little longer and he starts to forget why he actually came in here, content to drink and sketch until with another stroke of bad luck, the lead from his pencil snaps. "Ah crap."