* YOU HAVEN'T HAD ENOUGH [nate]

[brooke]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:5px; padding-top:5px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:5px; background-color: #575757; border-radius: 100px 0px 100px 0px;] BROOKE QUINN ROTHSON "Im nothing more than a chalk outline" Coffee. There was something about the bittersweet substance that was addicting. Brooke craved it every day. It was the very thing that actually made her get out of bed. She usually worked late at night and into the early hours of the morning, so she tended to sleep in. Morning for her was about noon, which even then was surprising since she didn't usually get home until five or six in the morning at times. Sometimes it was earlier, mostly depending on the crowds demand. Since, in her line of work it deepened on the crowd. She was good, Brooke knew she was. But that didn't mean there weren't other girls that where better. One night a week they even brought in male strippers, Thursday nights, so Thursdays where her day off. It was about one o clock in the afternoon at this time, and Brooke had planned to meet up with her best friend at the coffee shop. It was rather chilly outside, being winter and all, but it wasn't too horrible for the time of year it was. The sun was up but it wasn't really giving off much warmth. Not unless you stood directly in it without moving. However, it was still bright, so as she pulled up outside the coffee shop she was wearing sunglasses. She actually dressed fairly decent considering her lifestyle. She didn't make it a habit of looking like a whore everywhere she went. In fact, she thought she had quite a decent fashion style. A lot of the jewlery she had come to own recently actually came from the man she worked for. He liked to spoil her and the other girls, which meant buying them new clothes and jewlery and a lot of other things. She didn't complain, even if it did make her feel cheap. After parking her old charger, she got out of her car and walked into the coffee shop. Her naturally slightly curly red hair was untouched by a hair brush as of this morning as she adjusted the scarf that was losely hanging around her neck. She took her sunglasses off as she walked inside, walking up to the counter. There was no line, as there usually wasn't at this time, and ordered her usual - a caramel macchiato with no whip cream. The cup in her hands made her cold fingers warm up a little as she walked over to a table in a corner. Nate wasn't in here yet, but she figured he would be soon. She propped her feet up on the chair across from her and took a sip of her drink. It was sweet, but not too sweet. They knew just how she liked it. She pulled her lips off with a satisfied ahh as she inhaled the scent of it. A small amount of steam was rising through the small hole in the top. It even smelled good. Caffine was an addiction. She couldn't help but think she would have a huge problem if she ever got pregnant - since she was so addicted to caffine. Although the thought of kids and marriage terrified her to no extent. Tags: NATE | OUTFIT: HERE | Credit: 156zcm of Caution Notes: In their own line

[nathaniel vance gage]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #6a667f solid 10px; width: 450px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I'm just a little unwell tagged Brooke words lots of them muse Match Box 20 notes he can be a bit difficult to get along with. credits template by irish! Nate had been having a week from hell lately. For most people, it wouldn't make a difference in the least, but to Nate, little things that were changed and different made him anxious and uptight. He often became irritable, and even though he didn't like to change his schedule, he just had to stop what he was doing and get out before he killed someone. First, his cleaning lady had come down with a cold, and called to ask if he wanted her to still come, since she knew how particular he was about having his place cleaned and everything put back EXACTLY the way it was before, but also how he felt about germs. He'd decided it was better to put off the cleaning than risk the infection by germs. He would have done some of the cleaning himself, but the prospect of dust mites prevented him from being able to do so. Then he'd had several appointments cancelled and one that was double booked, all of which involved unplanned changes to his schedule, and when he'd come to the barn, it seemed an unruly stable hand who he'd had it out with for not getting Jammer's stall cleaned properly the day before, had let the gray out into a muddy pasture, knowing the horse would roll. That had just put him over the edge. He had thoroughly bathed and groomed Jammer to perfection until his coat was gleaming like it was supposed to be, and made a mental note to tell... or rather ask (since she could not be told to do anything)... Beth to have a discussion with the stable hand on proper treatment of the clients and their horses. Most people would have just laughed it off as a joke, but not Nate. Nate's horses had to be clean, as did their stalls... if they weren't, he had to take time out of his very carefully scheduled (right down to the minute) day, to do it himself... which he did not appreciate. It threw everything off. Most barn owners would probably tell him to get over it, but he was fairly sure that after all the time that he and Beth spent together that she understood that when he said he "needed" something to be a certain way, that literally meant that he did need it that way, not just wanted it that way. He couldn't help that he was so particular, and he didn't want to be.. he just was and he couldn't stop it. After that, the remainder of his day was completely thrown off, and he just felt like he should go back to bed and wake up tomorrow and start over... until he remembered that his house had not been vacuumed and dusted and scrubbed to perfection like it was supposed to be, which made the prospect of going home not a good one. He sighed and checked his schedule, which said he was supposed to be having coffee with Brooke. He would be late, but he might as well just go, and maybe things would get back on track... or maybe he would just force himself to blow off all of his other responsibilities and do something that he hadn't planned to do. Not likely, but maybe a tiny bit possible. He headed out of the barn and into his car, and making his way towards the coffee shop. When he arrived, he pulled a face at the sight of the door handle, which had no doubt been touched by countless people without ever being cleaned and was probably swimming with germs. He pulled a tissue out of his pocket and used it to open the door without touching it, then discarding the tissue in the trashcan by the door. It took hardly a moment for him to spot Brooke sitting with her coffee at one of the tables, and he started in her direction. Most people would greet their friend with a hug or a hand shake or some form of physical touch, but not Nate. Oh no, physical touch was simply not an option. Instead, he just walked over and took one of the seats at her table. "Sorry I'm late." He said with a hint of bitterness, "Today has been chaos." Of course, she probably knew that when he said chaos, that just meant a few things hadn't gone as planned, which to him was chaos, and to a normal person it wouldn't matter. Very few people ever took more than a few days to figure out that Nate tended to blow things out of proportion all the time.

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[brooke]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:5px; padding-top:5px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:5px; background-color: #575757; border-radius: 100px 0px 100px 0px;] BROOKE QUINN ROTHSON "Im nothing more than a chalk outline" Brooke was never the type to ever plan things out. She liked spontaneity in her every day life. However, she had planned out to meet Nate for coffee today. She wasn't going to blow him off. She was actually a pretty loyal friend even though she was quite sketchy and flighty. She never made promises because she found it too hard to keep them, therefore she rarely ever made commitments to anything. Esspecially to people. But at this point in time she was so used to letting people down that she didn't let it bother her anymore. She really didn't have good manners at all. She wasn't raised that way. She was raised in a house with two sloppy males and a mother who rarely got out of bed, so she learned how to live that way. Her apartment was trashed all the time unless she got the urge to clean it which really wasn't all that often. She drank too much, partied too hard, and then just slept forever it would seem. It would appear that her own habits would be her tragic downfall. But fortunately, only the hero's had a tragic downfall in stories, and she was far from being anybodies hero. When Nate walked over, she pulled her feet off the chair so he could sit down. "Don't worry about it." She said, shaking her head and waving off his comment. She didn't really care that he had been late. She wasn't that type of person who was going to go off on someone for being a few minutes later than they had planned. " Chaos huh? Did you get mobbed by a bunch of zombies walking in here?" A small smirk crossed her face as she raised an eyebrow at him. She had a horrible habit of being extremely sarcastic, but she figured Nate would know that at this point in their friendship. "I hear those Zombies can be pretty ... brutal. Not to mention germ covered." She was teasing him. She wouldn't seriously take a stab at his fear of germs, even if she didn't follow his same obliterating habits. She smiled a little, brushing her fingers through her bright red hair before taking another sip of her drink. "So what's going on with you, Naters? I feel like it's been forever since we've just... hung out." Tags: NATE | OUTFIT: HERE | Credit: 156zcm of Caution Notes: In their own line

[nathaniel vance gage]

Dec 7, 2012 17:44:17 GMT -8 nathaniel vance gage said:

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #6a667f solid 10px; width: 450px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I'm just a little unwell tagged Brooke words lots of them muse Match Box 20 notes he can be a bit difficult to get along with. credits template by irish! As Nate had come to know Brooke, he found himself appreciating that she seemed to catch on to his "quirks" and rather than trying to force him to break out of the mold, she adjusted herself to fit within it. He knew that most people didn't want to schedule every time they wanted to hang out with someone, but Brooke rarely, if ever, called him and asked him to do something on a whim. Not many people were so willing to work with his obsessive compulsive demands. Of course, she still teased him about it, but not in a way that she was actually making fun of him for it. She knew that he couldn't help the way he was. It wasn't a choice, he'd born with this obsession, and he couldn't make it stop. Nate just rolled his eyes when she asked if he'd been mobbed by zombies. "Oh fuck off," he said, giving her "the look," "They probably dress better than you do. You know your jeans are more hole than jean, right?" If he didn't consider her a friend, it would have been a derogatory question, but since he did actually like her, so he was just shooting back at her. Nate couldn't help but immediately notice any flaws, or things that weren't perfect. To him, even though the jeans were made to be ripped, they were still ripped, and that was still a flaw. He didn't mind it really, it was just one of the first things that he noticed, right after the health code grading sign that was just slightly crooked in the window. It was hard for him to not fix things that weren't just right. He was dying to mention that the sign was crooked, but he'd had to learn that sometimes people didn't appreciate being told that they had done something incorrectly, and they definitely didn't like it when they were just barely wrong. "You should know by now," He said in response to her question, "What is up with me now is the same as it always is." Nate was so insistent on keeping his schedule that it was quite literally always the same. Even on holidays, he had to go to his office for the normal hours of operation, even though no one ever came in or scheduled any meetings, he just couldn't change his schedule. It was too hard for him to change something and not have it be a permanent change. Anything that he changed had to be gradual and it had to stay that way. He couldn't just do something different one week then go back to the usual the next week. Of course, his family hated it, considering that meant he never came home for Christmas or Thanksgiving, or any of the other holidays. If they wanted to see him, they had to come to Addison, and they had to stay in a hotel, because having them in his home would be much too disruptive to his schedule and he would likely have a nervous breakdown within two days. To some, a life like his was dull... but Nate liked dull. Everything worked the way it was supposed to when it was dull.

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[brooke]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:5px; padding-top:5px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:5px; background-color: #575757; border-radius: 100px 0px 100px 0px;] BROOKE QUINN ROTHSON "Im nothing more than a chalk outline" Even though to a lot of people she could be a total bitch to some people, she was actually a very understanding person. If she considered you a friend - which was actually quite a hard title to come by with her - she was respectful. Well, as respectful as she could be. She was painfully sarcastic most of the time but a lot of people had learned that her sarcastic teasing stabs where nothing more than that. She didn't usually mean to offend people - some people just didn't know how to take her sarcasm. Her dark sense of humor tended to get her into trouble sometimes. When he told her to fuck off she couldn't help but laugh and roll her eyes, brushing her hair behind her ears. She had learned by this point that he wasn't trying to insult her - at least not to the point of pissing her off, so her amusement was well established, but she could always feign it. "Ouch, Nate. That burns." She replied, a small smirk across her lips as she winked at him. " But at least their clean right?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. Still, she was just teasing him. Her jeans where clean - dirty clothes just grossed her out as it was and she did laundry every single day. Despite how unorganized she was, laundry was one thing that simply just could not lay around. It drove her up the wall. At his next reply, she lifted her coffee to her lips and brought her eyes back to meet his as he spoke before setting the cup back down. She loved coffee. It was a horrible addiction but it was the only thing that actually got her through the day. "Right, dumb question I guess." She said, glancing back at the door for a moment as the chiming bells singled somebody else walking in. "But this is out of the ordinary. I mean, unless you want to start meeting me for coffee everyday." She looked up at him and smiled, raising an eyebrow. It was more or less a joke, even though she wouldn't really mind. She came here for coffee just about every day, so having company wouldn't be bad. Even if she usually just grabbed it to go and then went back to her apartment. "So whats on the agenda for the rest of your day then?" She tilted her head to the side a little bit, her blue eyes searching his face. She was more or less just trying to start conversation. "I don't have to work tonight, so I don't really have any plans." Not that he had asked, but there was no harm in saying it. She was rather looking forward to having a day off. She usually only got one night a week off, but this week she would be getting two. Not for any special reason, just the way the scheduled fell. "So I will probably sit at home and watch re - runs on Netflix, because I'm just that exciting." She laughed a little, looking up at him with a small smirk on her lips. She did actually have a pretty exciting life, but sitting at home watching movies for a night by herself didn't sound like the most exciting thing. But she could cuddle with her dog and watch them, so it wouldn't be too horrible. In fact, it might actually be a nice change to her rather all over the place life. Tags: NATE | OUTFIT: HERE | Credit: 156zcm of Caution Notes: In their own line

[nathaniel vance gage]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #6a667f solid 10px; width: 450px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I'm just a little unwell tagged Brooke words lots of them muse Match Box 20 notes he can be a bit difficult to get along with. credits template by irish! Anyone who didn't know Nate who was overhearing their conversation would probably wonder why she would have set up a time to meet someone who was just going to insult her. What they didn't know, though, was that this was Nate being nice. He was a bit flat when it came to emotions, and typically had a difficult time with interacting with other people like a normal person would. People who knew him, though, knew exactly what he was like and quickly found themselves able to gage whether his insults were real or if they were real and he meant them in a mean way. For people he liked, he rarely meant for them to be mean. For people he didn't like , or else didn't know, he almost always meant it in a mean manner. "Mm. At least you have one thing going for you." He said flatly when she said that her jeans were at least clean. It had taken Nate a long time with a lot of therapy to reach the point where he didn't have a nervous breakdown in public because of all the things that were "wrong" or dirty. He'd been a nightmare for his parents as a child. They couldn't go anywhere or do anything with him without a complete panic attack. About the time he entered High School he could at least function in public, but there was still the occasional instance where he just couldn't handle it. By the time he was a senior he could force himself to just walk away from it and stop thinking about how wrong and/or dirty it was. "Nothing now. My whole schedule's been ruined." He said with exasperation, "I'll probably just... go tidy things at my office." He really didn't know what he was going to do, and it made him anxious just thinking about not knowing what he'd do after this coffee date. There was nothing that he actually could "tidy" at his office since he kept everything perfect at all times, but he needed to tell himself that he had something to do afterwards or he would have a complete meltdown. If he didn't know what was going to happen next, the uncertainty almost made him feel like he was going to be sick. So for the sake of his own sanity, he had to convince himself that he did have something to do. No doubt Brooke already knew that he really didn't have anything to tidy.

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[brooke]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:5px; padding-top:5px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:5px; background-color: #575757; border-radius: 100px 0px 100px 0px;] BROOKE QUINN ROTHSON "Im nothing more than a chalk outline" Brookes morals, although a little stretched, where still there. Even though she was a stripper she was still a person. While she wasn't in touch with her emotions that didn't mean she didn't know how to be nice sometimes. But she was sarcastic, so in turn she had learned how to respond to it. She trusted that Nate wasn't trying to be a total ass - at least hoped so. She thought he was a pretty good friend, one of his best at that, and hoped that he re-conciliated the feelings. She was pretty sure he did though, or else he wouldn't be taking time out of his busy day to be here right now. " Ha-Ha. Very funny." She laughed dryly, rolling her eyes and smirking at him a little, still holding the warm cup between her hands. She wanted to go up and get more coffee but at the same time she knew that she probably shouldn't. Too much coffee could be bad for you. But so could too much alcohol, or too much of anything. " Did I tell you that I leased out one of the school horses at Crossfire Farms? Her name is Cali." She added bluntly, glancing back up at him. " I've only ridden her once, but she seems like a pretty neat horse." She really didn't know much about riding - at all. She knew the very basics, she could walk and trot a horse with no problem, but was sure she looked like a newbie when she started cantering. She knew all it would take was practice though. She frowned slightly as he said his whole day had been ruined and continued speaking. " Tidy up? But what do you have to tidy up? I'm sure you could lick the floor in your office and it would be clean as a hospital room." Which she knew where very well sanitized. She hadn't ever been in his office, but she could just imagine it. Everything in perfect place, perfectly clean. Not a single pen out of place. " Well, it sounds like your busy. But.. if you weren't I was going to see if you wanted to come watch a movie with me or something. You know, but... I don't want to mess up your schedule." Brooke rose her bright blue eyes back up to meet his and raised an eyebrow. "Might be funner than cleaning something that's already clean." Although she understood his obsessions, inviting him outside of his comfort zone couldn't hurt. She wasn't going to push him at all, no. But inviting him was different. Tags: NATE | OUTFIT: HERE | Credit: 156zcm of Caution Notes: In their own line