who: @rhia-falla when: new years eve where: the hamptons house
Nate was in a foul mood. With Henrietta, with Parker, with being in the Hamptons in the first place. He was miserable, and as the hours closer to a new year ticked downwards, his mood only seemed to plummet further along side them. He was debating disappearing, spending the last handful of hours until the new year alone, and if that wasn't a new level of melancholic even for him, he probably would've already. Instead, he was standing near the outskirts of the party, a drink in hand, downing it with a scowl on his face as he hovered, separate from it all. He glanced over when a body appeared next to him, already half in mind to not acknowledge them beyond that - the fact that he quickly registered it was Rhia was the only reason he dipped his chin slightly in greeting. "You think next year we can stop doing this shit?" he muttered, leaning back against the wall, eyes running over the party - whether he meant that in specifics (say, about the blackmail and secrets and all around trauma from Greer) or as a general statement about this type of party in general... who was to say?