Nathan Petrelli (theflyingman) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-05-09 20:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | {meg, {nathan petrelli |
Characters: Meg and Nathan Petrelli
When: Wednesday night
Location: Parlour car
Warnings/Rating: None that I can think of, outside of drunk!Meg.
Summary: Everyone around them is singing - alcohol is required.
Status: Closed and ongoing
Nathan could handle the train. Sort of. Considering he had no other choice, he was looking to make the most of it, so when it came to pirates and random scenery changes, he was willing to not ask any questions, but after eighteen hours of people randomly bursting into song, he had to draw the line. It wasn't like anyone aboard the train could help it, but at the same time, if he was going to deal with this, he was going to need a drink. Thankfully, the parlour car was silent for the time being.
Apparently someone else at the bar around had the same idea. She was someone he hadn't seen yet, or at least, he didn't think he had - faces for him all tended to bleed together, but she was pretty. Small, dark-haired, and gave him the feeling that she'd destroy whomever talked to her at the moment. Considering the following, he couldn't blame her exactly. He didn't need to know much about musicals to know he didn't like them.
Moving behind the bar to pour himself a Scotch, he looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "Can't take it either?" he asked.
He was more or less trusting her not to destroy him. Even if she tried, he didn't think her fists would be all that damaging, but at the same time something about her felt off. As if he ought to be on alert around her and he couldn't figure out why.