he wasn’t necessarily sad about it. he was definitely bothered, but when it came down to it, he had no control over nino’s actions, only the repercussions of them. it felt gross to be proud over the fact that he had at least been right about the fact that there was an attempt on his mother’s life. the accuracy in that assumption would clear him from estelle’s harshness for at least a moment. nathaniel sat at the bar counter, several empty shot glasses in front of him while he slowly, mindlessly sipped on a glass of water. there was alcohol at home, nice alcohol, expensive alcohol that went down easy. but he felt like he needed, almost deserved, the humiliation that came with the public exposure of your best friend being arrested for going after your mother.
a weak attempt was made to flag down the bartender as they walked by, ignoring him completely. a gentle sigh left his lips before he turned to the person next to him. his dark eyes are dull and heavy, the typical sparkle absent from their gaze. “we’re not talking about it. nino nor me being ignored.”
Remy was still not sure why he’d walked into the place. He had never been one for bars, and the few occasions where he’d entered (and stayed for more than five minutes), he’d been dragged there by his few friends from work and his ex-girlfriend. Still, he supposed sitting down here, nursing a beer or perhaps a whiskey, was better than pacing around at home, letting the kids (well they were clearly not kids anymore, now, where they?) see his nervous state, especially considering it was late.
As he sat, slowly downing his glass, he noticed the man sitting closest to him. He listened and new what he was talking about, after all, information tended to get around pretty quickly in this town. He shared the sentiment and understood the other perfectly, sometimes you just needed to ignore whatever mess Vertmoor was dragging you into, at least for a while. “Sure.” He replied, moving to gesture to the bartender until he was sure he’d gotten his attention. He turned to the other while they waited for drinks or whatever was to come. “You know I’ve basically lived here my whole life, at least eighty percent of it, I’d say, and I’d never stepped into this place before.” He confessed.
