nate roth ◊ han solo (nerf_herder) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-09-23 20:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | mina viresh, nate roth |
Who: Nate Roth and Mina Viresh.
What: Working hard. Except not really.
When: Thursday night.
Where: Stellar Comics, Manhattan.
Warnings: Cuteness.
Nate was having a hard time of things. Being in charge of a business was a lot harder than it looked, especially when he had to balance it with his obligations to Camelot, and try to keep an eye on his sister at the same time. Not that he was complaining. He wasn't much of a sincere complainer. But it was kind of wearing on him. He was worried as all hell about Abigail. Camelot had gotten her back, sending out people far and wide to track her down and bring her home, and he was grateful for that. It still didn't change the fact that she'd gotten taken in the first place. If it was because of her association with the good guys, then he was going to beat him self up about recruiting her for the rest of his life. Just...in secret, because he didn't want to hear all the women in his life jump down his throat about how it wasn't his fault. He knew how the operated.
If he'd been anyone else, he probably would have been moping. But Nate didn't really do moping. It was boring and repetitive. He'd much rather be the cheerful guy. He was trying hard to be, just for Abi's sake. If he could make her smile, or nearly smile, then his work was done. Right then, Abi wasn't even in the area, but he still wasn't going to find a corner and brood. He was no sparkly man-vampire. Instead, he went around reorganizing comics, singing slightly off-key as he went. The shop was pretty empty, since Thursday night right before closing wasn't exactly a peak business hour, so said singing wasn't driving off any customers. Though Mina, also helping man the counter, might come to shut him up sooner or later. Not that this was an elaborate trap to get her attention or anything...
He was about halfway around the main wall when he found something. Ammunition. Oh, not a bullet or an arrow or anything. Even better. It was a rubber band, just sitting there on the floor, ready to be turned in to a less-than-lethal weapon. Nate's eyes shifted back and forth, making sure his girlfriend wasn't anywhere in the area. That would make things less fun. Wrapping the rubber band around his finger, ready to fire, he stalked off in search of his target. Nate Roth, with the stealth and aim of everyone's favorite scoundrel on his side. He still managed to stub his toe once before rounding the desk, ducking down to keep Mina from seeing him before he peeked up, bit back a laugh, and fired.