[As Nathan fills their glasses back up, he gesticulates wildly.]
Why don't we all just agree that everyone's got some weird shit going on that only they can relate to and apparently everything's possible even when it sounds like a whole bunch of bullshit?
[Like, bread being a person!]
I only know about the last time it happened, but if it's happened once or twice, it's probably happened loads of times. Like, you know, history repeating itself n'all.
[He's quiet for a few moments, watching Nathan as he downs that shot, lines of his throat highlighted. How easily he drinks, despite the fact he can't be more than, what, twenty? Twenty-two?]
How much do you know that you can't tell us?
[Unlike his questions of before, it's not urgent. Just quiet, as he pours them all another round.]
I'm not asking for details. I'm just saying . . .
[He glances over at Katy. She is, honestly, the most emotionally competent of them, and he wishes she could say this. But he's the one with the experience. God.]
. . . it's a shitty position to be in. [And he's sorry for Nathan.]
[The fucking rules in this place. They never let up, it seems. In retrospect, maybe Katy shouldn't have taken that frustration out on Nathan, sexily or not. She hesitates on the shot for a moment, turn it in her hands on the bar.]
...So what did the last group have to, you know, guide them along? If not the recordings.
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Why don't we all just agree that everyone's got some weird shit going on that only they can relate to and apparently everything's possible even when it sounds like a whole bunch of bullshit?
[Like, bread being a person!]
I only know about the last time it happened, but if it's happened once or twice, it's probably happened loads of times. Like, you know, history repeating itself n'all.
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How much can you tell us about that last time? Or's it more of the "I can tell you if you sleep with me" kinda thing?
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And, oh, that answer... Not great. How many other groups have fucked this up?]
Those recordings are from last time, aren't they?
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[Nathan rolls his neck before taking another shot of whiskey on his own this time.]
The records are from last time, yeah. I can tell you that much, at least.
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How much do you know that you can't tell us?
[Unlike his questions of before, it's not urgent. Just quiet, as he pours them all another round.]
I'm not asking for details. I'm just saying . . .
[He glances over at Katy. She is, honestly, the most emotionally competent of them, and he wishes she could say this. But he's the one with the experience. God.]
. . . it's a shitty position to be in. [And he's sorry for Nathan.]
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[The fucking rules in this place. They never let up, it seems. In retrospect, maybe Katy shouldn't have taken that frustration out on Nathan, sexily or not. She hesitates on the shot for a moment, turn it in her hands on the bar.]
...So what did the last group have to, you know, guide them along? If not the recordings.