#(nate 1)

[wxthin-wxthout]

West Egg, New York City, was a quiet, rural peninsula just across the lake from its opulent counterpart, East Egg--yet come Friday and Saturday night, the sleepy retreat was transformed into a spectacle of lights, music, and drunken dancing, well into the early morning, a spectacle Nick Carraway happened to partake in from time to time, or at least join to watch at a distance.

Through the throngs of laughter and cheer, Nick managed to find fresher air by the small bar set up just for the occasion. He held out a bill to the barkeep, trying to be heard over the orchestra. “An old-fashioned, thank you.”

@mindmastered

[casruncorn]

While Cas wouldn’t call himself an insomniac, the truth was he was an early riser and sometimes he had the tendency to wake up in the middle of the night without being able to go back to sleep. Depending on how bored he was on any given night, sometimes he got dressed and went looking for something entertaining to do.

And by something, he meant someone.

The Bad Dragon wasn’t the only place he went to pick people up, but it was one of his favorites. That’s why when someone approached him where he was leaning outside against the wall, he recognized them. 

Fernando, real name unknown. Trying to figure out his name was something of a fun game for Cas, one that he’d so far yet to win, but he wasn’t giving up yet.

“Already done for the night, sweetheart?” Cas called as he lit his cigarette. “If you’re off stage, does this mean I get your name yet or do I need to keep guessing? Anthony, maybe? Renaldo?” @nathan-chastain​

[zephyrbcll]

“Okay, so remind me. What in the fuck are we supposed to be making?” Zephyr asked as he frowned at the counter, taking in the arrangement of ingredients spread out. Hands on his hips, Zephyr wondered idly if the number of different items that seemed scattered around meant that Nathan had decided to repay his easy Italian lesson with an advanced French lesson.

If that was the case, let the record show that he was not amused.

“Please tell me you went shopping and haven’t had the chance to put all this up.” He said, somehow managing to make it sound more like an order than a request as he turned his face just enough to look at Nathan, as if waiting for Nathan to announce just how annoyed Zephyr was about to get with the latest round of their cultural cooking exchange that marked them down as members of team Britain’s Food Sucks. @nathan-chastain