"What do you do, anyway?" Chis looked Nate up and down. He was a pretty small person, really, but his arms and that chest. Maybe Chris was a little too interested in how the fabric of Nate's t-shirt stretched across his chest.
"Drum."
Chris startled a little, taking a drink so he wouldn't sound too surprised. "What, like as a hobby?"
Nate's expression closed off a little more and it was hard not to laugh at that. "What do you do?"
"I'm an actor."
Without missing a beat, Nate deadpanned "You mean as a hobby?
Without meaning to, Chris laughed, the first real laugh of the whole night. "Clever."
"Yeah." Finishing his drink, Nate shrugged.
For someone so small and, admittedly, really fucking attractive, Chris was pretty impressed with how snippy he looked. It was better than Zach on one of his tirades about the lack of free trade coffee in Pennsylvania or whatever. Normally, Chris would have been content to just laugh it off, poke at this guy that he'd known since they were stuck waiting together at the bar just for how amusing it was. This time, though, he was more interested in getting that bitchy little look off of his face. Idly, he wondered what that would take.
"What's with the someone-kicked-my-puppy look?"
That almost got him a smile. "I don't know what you're talking about." But his eyes scanned across the room, looking for someone apparently, and stopping in the direction of some tall guy in maybe-ironically mis-matched colors that Chris remembered seeing Nate with earlier and soome other guy wearing glasses.
"Aw. Were you abandoned?"
"Fuck off," Nate told him without any real heat. "Fucking Alex."
And that last part was too quiet to be meant for Chris, but he latched onto it anyway. "I'm guessing you want to be?"
There was a slightly scared look being shot at him and Chris knew he'd hit the nail on the head. Well then. At least he knew why this kid was so pissy all the time.
"That obvious?"
"Little bit," Chris shrugged. He glanced around before he stepped closer. Catching his fingers in one of Nate's beltloops, he pulled him closer, their hips crashing toggether. The gasp he got was worth it. "Tell you what. I'm bored, you're sort of sexy in this tortured and jail-baity type way-"
"What the hell? I'm not-"
"Let's see if you can channel your unresolved sexual-tension, yeah?"
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ChrisPine/Nate Novarro (with unrequited Nate/Alex)
Date: 2010-07-16 04:58 am (UTC)"Drum."
Chris startled a little, taking a drink so he wouldn't sound too surprised. "What, like as a hobby?"
Nate's expression closed off a little more and it was hard not to laugh at that. "What do you do?"
"I'm an actor."
Without missing a beat, Nate deadpanned "You mean as a hobby?
Without meaning to, Chris laughed, the first real laugh of the whole night. "Clever."
"Yeah." Finishing his drink, Nate shrugged.
For someone so small and, admittedly, really fucking attractive, Chris was pretty impressed with how snippy he looked. It was better than Zach on one of his tirades about the lack of free trade coffee in Pennsylvania or whatever. Normally, Chris would have been content to just laugh it off, poke at this guy that he'd known since they were stuck waiting together at the bar just for how amusing it was. This time, though, he was more interested in getting that bitchy little look off of his face. Idly, he wondered what that would take.
"What's with the someone-kicked-my-puppy look?"
That almost got him a smile. "I don't know what you're talking about." But his eyes scanned across the room, looking for someone apparently, and stopping in the direction of some tall guy in maybe-ironically mis-matched colors that Chris remembered seeing Nate with earlier and soome other guy wearing glasses.
"Aw. Were you abandoned?"
"Fuck off," Nate told him without any real heat. "Fucking Alex."
And that last part was too quiet to be meant for Chris, but he latched onto it anyway. "I'm guessing you want to be?"
There was a slightly scared look being shot at him and Chris knew he'd hit the nail on the head. Well then. At least he knew why this kid was so pissy all the time.
"That obvious?"
"Little bit," Chris shrugged. He glanced around before he stepped closer. Catching his fingers in one of Nate's beltloops, he pulled him closer, their hips crashing toggether. The gasp he got was worth it. "Tell you what. I'm bored, you're sort of sexy in this tortured and jail-baity type way-"
"What the hell? I'm not-"
"Let's see if you can channel your unresolved sexual-tension, yeah?"