Nathan Ford (nate_ford) wrote in omega_reality, @ 2013-01-21 20:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2013 01, character: april kepner, character: eliot spencer, dead: nathan ford |
RP: Nate and Eliot
Who:Nate and Eliot
Where:Their home, Nate's apartment
When:January 21
Summary:Nate talks to Eliot about this plans
From the moment they'd moved in, April had started decorating and making sure the apartment downstairs was 'home' and not just a house. Nate, on his end, had not. It wasn't that he didn't have any furniture, but the place was sparsely decorated, having nothing but the necessities. A bed, a table next to it, a sofa, a coffee table and a TV. He'd not even bothered with a dining set, knowing that he'd rarely if ever eat at home. So far he was right, and either ate out, or downstairs with Eliot and April. Today had been one of those days, and while there he'd asked Eliot to come upstairs later.
At present they were sitting in the sofa, Nate with a glass of whiskey in his hand, Eliot with a beer in his. He was relaxing, leaning back in the sofa in a way he didn't when anyone else was around. This part was the best part of his days, when he got to sit back, think, drink and just be himself. He took a sip of his whiskey.
"You know how I was in Chicago this weekend?" he started, knowing that Eliot not only knew but probably had a good idea about when he'd left and when he'd come back too. "I ran into someone there. Someone who needs our help." He paused and looked at Eliot, waiting for his response.