Nat Attack

Freshman. Hooligan. (Possible) Future Educator. Gamer. Coder.

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ianwilde:

Ian hesitantly let his hand fall into the other’s listening to her speak with a smile he couldn’t quite control. Maybe it was just because the younger girl seemed pretty well hammered, but it wasn’t often that his advances worked on a woman–if ever. It left him kind of flattered.  “Where might I find you on Tuesday, m’lady? And what time shall I show up to woo you?” 

Her own smile most likely matched his, only probably a little more goofy looking considering the alcohol she’d been drinking all night. “Outside Kettering Hall. Meet me there at 6pm. That’ll give me time after class to look somewhat human again.” 

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moriahxlane:

“Alright a historical question lets see.” She said scrunching up her face trying to think of a good question to ask that wasn’t super easy. “What was the length of the shortest presidential term in United States history?”

She had to think on the answer a bit, it was a difficult process to have to think back on the presidents of the US. Nat clapped her hands in happiness. “I love this story because of how ridiculous it was. William Henry Harrison. What an old chap he was. I sometimes aspire to be as stubborn as he was.” 

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elizabethecholls:

“Thank you very much, little servling,” She slurred with a beam, almost catching herself off balance for a second or two before she straightened up, her brows raising in amusement at the other. “What are you doing hiding away back here, young one? You should be up there, singing your tiny heart out. We’ve got a tooooooon of songs for you to choose from.” 

Nat took a quick glance around. “I wouldn’t want to take away from your awesome singing.” She tried to keep her amused grin in, but couldn’t. “Plus I would deafen the entire house. Singing is not my forte. I’m awful at it. My dad once paid me not to sing karaoke at his birthday once.”

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aidenchase:

“You seem like the type to ask inane questions and believe people actually give a fuck who you are,” he replied. Then he lifted an eyebrow. “Also, if you’re attempting to get people drunk you could be less obvious about it.”

“Oooo. Clever, clever Man-cake.” She couldn’t help it. The mood of the other person was interesting to her, and there wasn’t anything this stranger could say to set her off. He didn’t know her and she didn’t know him. “So why don’t you go find someone your own type to talk to, if I’m so unpleasant to be near?” 

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turner-fletcher:

Fletcher chuckled, shrugging. “I’ll be number three, don’t worry. Okay, umm…this is so out of my major, I’m more of the sciences kinda guy, you see.”

At the knowledge, Nat grinned, “My ego is flying high tonight.” Her eyes ran over him methodically a moment, before giving a small nod to her inner debate. “I’ll let you slide, Chippy. It’s because of your pleasant demeanor.” She took a shot of whatever was sitting in front of her, “What sort of sciences do you study?”

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ianwilde:

Ian took a moment for Ian to conceal his amused grin long enough to offer the other a solemn nod as she took her shot in defeat. Ian was more strange than he was charming, but Natasha, with her laid-back attitude and understanding of his humor, was easier to talk to. “Well, lil’ mama….We can make it historical fact. What do you say? Monday? Tuesday? Wednesday? Thursday? Friday? Next Saturday? Sunday, maybe? Gimme a day that ends in day, and I’ll make it happen.” 

“Tuesday.” She held her hand out, “Take my hand, Ian Wilde.” Once his hand was in hers, she lifted her shoulders slightly. “Let Tuesday mark the day, Ian Wilde. The day which you woo my heart.” She gave his hand a squeeze and a light shake before pulling away. 

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ivorywildes:

“Hmm,” Ivory thought, tapping her chin with her index finger. “Who was the emperor when the colosseum was built?” It wasn’t that difficult for a question, but no matter how many times she’s offered alcohol, Ivory will always be resolute in refusal. Or so she thought.

Nat grinned at her, giving a nod as she thought over the answer to the question. “Vespasian. I’m going with Vespasian.” She pointed at a shot glass in front of her, “Cheers to you my friend.” She downed a shot of her own, “Are you having some fun here, Ivory?” 

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aidenchase:

Aiden grunted as he gave her a once-over. “Like beauty, that’s in the eye of the beholder. ‘S easy to claim one thing hiding behind a computer.” He selected another glass from the counter and downed it. “And you choose a party to do it. Wow. You live in the fast lane.”

“Do I seem like the type to hide behind a computer, though?” The question was an honest one. The mood of the person that entered the conversation with her was no matter to her. What he felt was not her problem. 

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aidenchase:

Aiden took the drink and threw it back. Grasshopper. Not his favorite but it did in a pinch. They had to have weaker drinks out for those that were lightweights. Just in case. Though Aiden didn’t see where the fun in that was. “You must be a real hoot if you’re spewing history shit,” he remarked.

She grabbed her water bottle she brought to even out the drinking she knew she’d do, taking a sip. With a nod, she wiped her bottom lip. “Oh, Grumpster...” she continued after a pause with a matter-of-fact tone, “I’m a fucking delight. My subscribers would agree. Besides, I spent all week preparing for a test that didn’t come. I’ve got excess knowledge I need to get out.” 

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turner-fletcher:

“Haha, that was quick! We’ll drink to that!” Fletcher took the shot in one go, feeling the burn of the liquid. He slammed the glass down, shaking his head. “Woo! Next question? Or do we just drink one more because we’re being merry?”

Nat took a shot as well, just because she felt like doing so. “I’m on a roll. I’ve already destroyed two frat brothers. I need to keep going for my honor.” She turned more serious, “Hit me.”