#c:nigel

[heathshapiro]

Heath: hey youu

Heath: como foi o treino hoje?

[coliincorrect]

Kyle: Nigel, can you get something from my back pocket?

Nigel: What’s in it for me?

Kyle: A chance to feel my ass.

[deadlyalex]

problematicexorcist replied to your post: What is the weirdest thing you've done for money?

Makes it sound like it must have been pretty fucking weird.

Or maybe I just don’t want to share it with the whole fucking internet.

[kentahq]

Text → My King ♕

Nigel: Imbécil.

Nigel: Imbécil.

Nigel: Imbécil.

Nigel: Imbécil.

Nigel: ¿POR QUÉ HICISTE UNA COSA ASÍ?

[kentahq]

[MSG]:So that's your type, huh?

Nigel: [12:00 a.m.] Si este es tu intento de una escenita de celos, resulta patético.Nigel: [12:00 a.m.] No has sido la primera ni la última con la que he estado estado, así que ahorrate la energía y el crédito. 

[parker-kipling]

[Parker's doing a juggling act right now. And he knows that because Jules has been calling him periodically all day to make sure that everything was still good for the night. It's a small get together -- nothing like the huge things they used to throw back in college or when Maria and Nat first moved to the city. But it's still a party. Still people in his apartment, guzzling booze and playing stupid games and probably dancing in the living room much to the annoyance of the tenants below. 

Maria will be there, obviously. So it's not a function that Nigel can come to, obviously. Obviously. Like absolutely not. No side-guy at the party hanging out with the girlfriend. Worst idea ever.

Except Nigel has been to the apartment a few times now and Aaron knows they're friends. He even thinks Ira might have popped her head in to borrow some stuff and introduced herself to him, maybe. Can't remember. Doesn't matter. People know that he exists. Know that he lives in the building and know that he and Parker hang out sometimes. 

This is the worst idea ever. He acknowledges that, and the second Nigel opens the door and he slips into the other man's living room, he's already throwing that acknowledgment out the window.] Come to a party with me tonight. [With his arms slipping around Nigel's waist. His lips wasting no time finding his neck.] Pretty please.

[rivahhhh]

[River is, admittedly, not as drunk as she's making herself out to be. She isn't actually drunk at all, if she's being completely honest. But she and Nigel had made a half-baked rule about how she wasn't supposed to do anything much harder without people around. Because River, with her head in the clouds and her feet never really realizing that they're fully on the ground, gets carried away when she's high and there's no one there to talk her down.

So if Nigel believes that she's been drinking, she'll let him think that. But she won't lie. Won't outright say that she's not on ecstasy if he asks her what's got her floating. She wouldn't keep secrets.

But while she's sitting on the floor with her legs crossed like children do on the ABC rug during story time, she knows he won't be mad. They had plans. She simply got a headstart.] I started without you.

[parker-kipling]

[Parker had been high as fuck when he asked Nigel to come to his next show. So high that the idea of having him there in the crowd to look out at outweighed the very real situation of Nigel and Maria being in the same room. And Nigel, Maria, and Parker all being in the same room. And Nigel being there in general, but so very untouchable. It was a nightmare to think about when he sobered up. But he asked him again, anyway. He wanted to take him out and show him off, even if it just meant saying "Hey, this is my friend Nigel," as if he hadn't watched his face while he came three times the night before.

And it was so, so, so much harder in reality than it had been in his head. And so much fucking better. He'd stood in his spot on stage, watched as Nigel walked as close as he could get in the crowd. With Maria, and Ira, and worst of all, Jules, who took it upon herself to talk to him as much as she could. Half of him felt annoyed at the intrusion -- the instinctive need to walk out there and save Nigel from his sister. But the other half, the more prominent half, felt thankful in a way that he couldn't full comprehend. Maybe because her being there left him feeling less alone in a crowd of people he doesn't know. People that Parker loves, who would probably, eventually, one day hate Nigel, at least for a little bit. Jules would pretend, but invite him out to brunch to make up for it. They had that sort of way about them, the Kiplings.

But even her standing there talking his ear off hadn't stopped Parker from locking eyes with him the entire fucking night. Singing harmonies into the mic with a resolve that said so much about what he wanted to do when the show was over. He didn't even care about missed notes or Cass side-eyeing him the entire time. He was gonna stand there and eye-fuck Nigel until every single song was over.

It's even better when he sees him waiting backstage. And Parker, all hot and sweaty with hair dangling in his face; it's not as if Nigel hasn't seen him like that before. But it's better to know that his head is probably filled with thoughts of their usual activities.] Listen, you don't even have to say anything. I already know. The bassist stole the show. Couldn't keep your eyes off of him.