Nathaniel just caught someone trying to slip something into Bree’s drink.
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Nathaniel was spending his evening chatting with his date (whom he could not quite place in the crowd of whiteness right now) before she disappeared to say hello to a few people she knew. Needless to say, Nathaniel was thankful that she did not ask him to accompany her - he already had enough acquaintances and had no interest in establishing any more of those lingering, unnecessary contacts that he would quite possibly never cross paths with again, at least not soon.
He took the liberty of circulating the party, uninterested about the fact that his date might seek him out in the spot where she left him; he did not have, in all seriousness, any intentions with her. He carelessly roamed between people, with a few “Excuse me” and a couple, “Pardon me, sir, madam”, eyeing the crowd, politely smiling when it was needed; until his eyes detected a certain situation before him. His face remained expressionless when his eyes met the eyes of an unknown male, that was casually pouring a powdery substance into a glass that he assumed belonged to the girl that was chatting to him. The entire moment seemed endless, his stare fixated until he detected a hue of panic in the other male’s eyes, after which came a slight drop of relief once he saw that Nathaniel was going the other way.
Or at least he thought so. Unnerving as this entire situation was, Nathaniel was not going to do anything rash just for the sake of doing it. He ensured that the entire situation does not escalate by removing his presence from the immediate surroundings. An idiotic move like that would sure go unnoticed (frankly, no one cared enough to look past their noses around here) hadn’t it been for him. He harbored a very strong, cultivated distaste for drugs, but what he felt about taking advantage of anyone was pure hatred. As he approached the unsuspecting couple from behind, his hand around the wrist of the other man. He slowly added pressure, making sure that the pain was gradual, “Put the drink down, now,” Nathaniel said in a low voice, his eyes on the girl. “I believe he has something to tell you.” He breathed out, discreet enough not to start a ripple around them or draw any attention to them. “Do you, big brave boy?” Nathaniel spoke into his ear, slowly and loud enough for the man to hear it.
Bree wouldn’t exactly consider herself drunk, but she had certainly had enough to drink that she wasn’t as aware of her surroundings as she would be otherwise. However, she was determined to enjoy herself. She definitely made it out to the occasional bar or club, but she rarely got to attend something so formal. It wasn’t exactly part of her social status, and while she didn’t usually mind, it was still nice to enjoy on occasion.
She had gotten caught up in conversation with a man she had met at the party, who was both very complimentary and very impressive if his own word was anything to go by. Still, he seemed harmless and she didn’t think there was a problem with some small talk and a little flirting. That was just part of what you did at a party like this, right?
She hadn’t noticed anything was off until another man approached, grabbed the hand of the man she had been talking to and telling him to put the drink down. Her eyes widened as she realized he was holding her drink and at her rescuer’s words she knew exactly what had happened. “How dare you!” she exclaimed, slapping him before she even thought about keeping things discreet. She took in a deep breath, trying to calm down and process what had almost happened before she turned to the other man, “Thank you.” she said sincerely.