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An eager Nate followed Jasper and Ramona as they went to see what was going on with the former’s brother and the attractive redhead. They had invested interest in getting to the bottom of it. And Nate did too, in a way, but he was mostly there for the ride. With curious eyes and a curiouser mind, he watched in excited silence, his blue eyes scanning the scene.

No more than a few moments after watching Jasper and Junie exchange glances, Nate would do the same between everyone around. Between Jasper and Junie having a staredown and Mona seeming just as into whatever was happening, he couldn’t help but wonder what the issue was. He was somewhat confused but mostly curious. He wasn’t the most observant guy but even he could tell tension was just as thick as his interest in the female species.

A few eternities later, the tension simmered down like a pot of broth meant to cook for hours on low heat settings. And while he wasn’t against the attention being on him, what poor Nathaniel Blake wasn’t expecting, nor prepared for, was how assertive Mona ended up being with him.

Caught off guard by the shot glass forced into his hand, Nate had almost dropped it but he was able to secure the tiny shot glass in his right index and thumb fingers. He took a snort sniff of it, which told him exactly what he should have known: this brand of alcohol wasn’t good for the senses and needed to be digested quickly. 

Wiping off any saliva drooling down his face with his free hand, Nate downed the shot. It burned with a fruity aftertaste that Nate was trying to decide if he was a fan of or not. [color=50c878]“How about them apples!?”[/color] Nate’s voice came out high and louder than he intended. Instincts took over and he grabbed the top of the bottle with his free hand and chugged it for two seconds, effectively drinking about three or four shots worth of the peach-flavored Vodka. 

Nate grinned at both Jasper and Mona, his eyes watering modestly as the burning in his throat couldn’t be denied. At the least, however, he proved Mona wrong and that he [i]could[/i] hold his own. [color=50c878]“Your move, ladies!”[/color] He gestured to the bottle as he gave them his best attempt at a sly grin.[/indent][/indent][/color]