#nateinteraction

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@skyxfullofmuses continued from here

He chuckled, shaking his head as the woman suggested underground boxing. "Nah..." Nate lifted his hand from the bowl, picking up the napkin beside it to wipe his hand on. "I'm not much of a fighter, really.. despite the whole.." he gestured to his own physique. His smile widened, blue hues glinting a subtle kind of mischief. His brow arced slightly at her words, secretly pleased that she moved closer to him and settling just by his side. "Seen many things huh? Now you have my curiosity piqued," he lamented, taking her hand and giving it a slightly squeeze. "Sorry if my fingers are cold. I assure you, they're usually not."

A titter left him. "Gah, any talk about age is out of the window tonight, I'm sorry... You're starting to sound like my happy-go-lucky uncle whenever he acquired new partners and I'd rather not think about his double chin, pot belly right now." He laughed at the very thought and cringed. Nate took a sip of his drink, feeling the slight burn down his throat. "And what's a beautiful lady like yourself doing in a hotel bar alone, if I dare ask?"

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Open to: W 25+ only Muse: Nathaniel 'Nate' Simmons, ER Surgeon, 40+, heterosexual Plot: Nate works as an ER surgeon but also serves the biggest mafia back in his city. (Nate is a member of a very prominent New York City's elite family.) He was being summoned by the said mob and had to do surgery in y/m's city. Now, he chose to ice his hands at the hotel bar with a drink by his side instead of retreating back to his room. Our muses flirt and.... this might turn out anything really. We can chat to plot out more. Or we can just wing it.

If we are not mutuals, please read my rules first.

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The operation took longer than expected but trust the head of the mob to be still kicking and breathing after the hell Nate went through. He better be or the surgeon wouldn’t even be alive to see how darkness had fallen over the city. By the time Nate had made his way to his hotel, his body was aching as if he had gone through the triathlon. In a way, he has. But first, he really needed a drink and a bowl of ice to stuff his hands in. The hotel bar looked much more appealing than ordering room service in his lonely room.

At the corner of his eyes, Nate noticed a woman eyeing his bowl of ice and his right hand in it. What a sight that might be, he thought. He caught himself being taken in by her beauty. “I have been working hard,” he tried to explain, clearing his throat as he spoke once he caught her gaze with his. “Surgery. Gunshot wounds. 12 hours. I think the hand cramps comes with the age.” Nate shrugged before chugging some of his beer down with his left hand. “I’m guessing you’ve never seen some random dude icing his hand at the hotel bar.” Nate shot her a sheepish smile. “I’m Nate.”

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Seeing them ending up in the ER regularly is something to be concerned about. “You joke about your own well-being,” Nate started, unable to keep silent about what they were doing to themselves. “Like your life is some fucking joke.” Nate rarely swears in his workplace but since it was only them in the room, all fucks seemed to have left the building. Nate didn’t want to get involved but they were his patient - they had proven to become more than that although he wasn’t sure if he could call them a friend. He huffed, placing the clipboard hastily at its place at the foot of the bed. Nate crossed his arms. “Don’t…” he shook his head, putting up a finger as if to warn them from retorting.

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The jazz music playing in the background was merely a buzz to him now as he turned towards the woman. An instant beam etched across his face when she said the ice was well-deserved. From the looks of it, it wasn't her first time seeing someone do this. “I hope I'm a sight for sore eyes." He grinned almost nonchalantly. "It comes with age honestly. Never had to do this when I first started out. But senior surgeons really recommended this so... Carpal tunnel is a bitch,” Nate said with a chuckle, playfulness colouring his hues. The ice tinkled against the bowl as he lifted his fingers from it, turning to pick up the napkin on the side.

His smile grew wider at her remark as he wiped his fingers dry. Nate nodded, confirming her question. “Considerate, smart and sharp,” Nate mused, leaning forward as he sipped on his drink. "I think it's my lucky night." He paused for a moment, taking in a long sip from his drink. Exhaling as he put down the glass, Nate shrugged. "Not my first time icing my fingers at the hotel bar actually but you're right... I'm not from around here." He shook his head, eyes narrowing teasingly. "And what might you, beautiful Elena, be doing here at a hotel bar talking to a stranger? Not your hometown as well or you're meeting someone for date?"

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The operation took longer than expected but trust the head of the mob to be still kicking and breathing after the hell Nate went through. He better be or the surgeon wouldn’t even be alive to see how darkness had fallen over the city. By the time Nate had made his way to his hotel, his body was aching as if he had gone through the triathlon. In a way, he has. But first, he really needed a drink and a bowl of ice to stuff his hands in. The hotel bar looked much more appealing than ordering room service in his lonely room.

At the corner of his eyes, Nate noticed a woman eyeing his bowl of ice and his right hand in it. What a sight that might be, he thought. He caught himself being taken in by her beauty. “I have been working hard,” he tried to explain, clearing his throat as he spoke once he caught her gaze with his. "Surgery. Gunshot wounds. 12 hours. I think the cramps comes with the age." Nate shrugged before chugging some of his beer down with his left hand. "I'm guessing you've never seen some random dude icing his hand at the hotel bar." Nate shot her a sheepish smile. "I'm Nate."

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The last thing Nate wanted to interfere with this was his goddamn moral compass. He had let his intrusive thoughts take over his overwhelmed state of mind a few weeks ago and this beautiful woman sitting across him had been the perfect distraction. Damn Jacqueline for recommending this option to him. He didn't expect himself to enjoy Lacey's company, much less being turned on when she started seducing him with all the right words coupled with all the right moves. And he was left a blubbering mess - gone were the days where Nate had reigned supreme in the flirting, master of seduction department.

Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.

And just before she could move things forward, he had stopped her, letting his wretched, flimsy moral compass reign high. Nate had left the bar in a haste, leaving Lacey behind. So when she had plopped herself across him unexpectantly, Nate couldn't help but think Lady Luck seemed to be on a jeering campaign to mangle his dignity. Not that a couple of drinks could fix this awkwardness. "I know.. we kinda left things... well..." Nate let out a small chuckle, shrugging. "It was my first time hiring an escort the other night, I didn't know what to expect truly. But uh... I did... I did, truly, enjoy your company." He chewed on his inner cheek for a moment, heartbeat drumming in his chest rapidly. "You wouldn't say no to a guy's second attempt right?"

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Liquor bottles and beer cans were strewn over almost every surface of the living room. The scent of salted popcorn blended together with the greasy aroma of pepperoni pizza. When was the last time he actually let himself loose and relax over the years? This time round though, he couldn't escape since the hospital management forced him to take his compulsory vacation days. His son was with his ex-wife this week and Nate - bored out of his mind- did the only logical thing a man can do when he doesn't want to hit the bar - have a bro night with Atlas.

Nate was already flat out on his couch, legs propped up on the edge with his hands holding the controller of his Play Station 5. No one outside his circle of few friends would have guessed he was such a sucker for video games. "Do you think we can finish this whole thing tonight?" he voiced out, thumbs clicking on the buttons and swiveled the joystick around. "I read somewhere this whole game takes 18 hours to complete and I don't think my ass can handle that long of a sitting down." He turned to Atlas. "And my half-drunk ass is getting numb."