[OTA] When in doubt... drink.

[written_instone]

Nathan had only kind of settled into a room, although he was intent on finding something a bit larger to live in. He was used to space. And yes, he was spoiled. But he never tried to pretend that he wasn't. As it was, he had run out of his own stash of whiskey

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[justalilcontact]

Rogue and taken yet another order of drinks for the rowdy table at the back, wondering why guys that appeared to be straight from a college frat were even bothering with a cocktail bar. She also made a mental note to cut them off after the next round, and whack them in the head with her tray if they tried to argue.

She slipped the order to the barman, and leaned against the bar as she waited. She glanced at the guy to her side, and the whiskey he had in front of him. "Sure you don't want a little paper umbrella for that?"

[written_instone]

"Little paper umbrellas only go in fruity cocktail drinks." Nathan answered, not looking away from his whiskey. "A tall glass of dry whiskey? No, that'd be an insult."

[justalilcontact]

"You're right, but you just look like you could use a bit of fun." Rogue wasn't quite looking at the gentleman, her head turned to watch the table of yahoos as they started to get up on the table and do a Coyote Ugly. What she wouldn't give for Remy's power right then. "My break really ain't gonna come too soon."

[written_instone]

'My break really ain't gonna come too soon.'

Nathan lifted his head, his brow furrowed. That was familiar. A voice he hadn't heard in some time, not since a few weeks before the shooting. He looked sideways finding Rogue there, one of his closest friends. Momentarilly he was excited. But then that excitement diminished. People here were from all different walks of life, different times. But in his time she had been one of his closest friends.

Nathan cleared his throat. "Rogue? Do you know me?"

[donteatmychckn]

Lorelai dropped down onto the stool beside the guy and reached for the dish of peanuts, pulling it towards her. She looked at the guy's drink and then up to his face, gesturing with a peanut pinched between her finger and thumb. "You look like you could use a few jello body shots and a marathon of Cheers re-runs to boost your mood there," she commented with a smile.

"You a newbie in this place too? I tried to talk management into letting us lot walk around with little flashy lights on our heads, or at least a newbie flag on our shoulders, but they wouldn't have a bar of it. Apparently that would mean less heads or shoulders for the seagulls to crap on. Of course, the didn't say that, but I could read between the lines."

[written_instone]

Nathan looked sideways to the woman sitting next to him, his index finger tracing the lip of his glass around and around. "I think I'd do anything to avoid seagull crap. And yes, I'm new here."

Nathan held out his hand. "Nathan Petrelli."

[donteatmychckn]

Lorelai took his hand and gave it a firm shake. "Lorelai Gilmore. New, also. How are you liking it so far? To be honest, it's all kind of screwing with my head. My daughter is here too and a teenager again. When I left home, she was twenty-two, and two seconds later I get here and she's nineteen. I just keep waiting for a Mariachi band to start marching around me playing old Bangles hits so I can convince myself I really am hallucinating. One hell of a long hallucination, though. Not even that whacky backy in high school gave me a hit this big."

[written_instone]

"So far I'll admit I'm a little confused. But I suppose there are worse places to be." He nodded, his hand gripping the glass of whiskey again. "It's nice that you have someone here you know, but I think it would be a little disorienting to find a younger version of your daughter. Is she living with you again? How are you handling that?"