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[sub][color=slategray][color=8f1900]Bastíen Bonfamille[/color] [@Spooner] and [color=3F6E6D]Nolan Murphy[/color] [@Melissa]
Location: Nectar’s[/color][/sub][/center]
Bastíen stood leaning on the bar polishing off his drink as he watched the first act of the evening take the stage. It was a mousy looking girl stepping up to the microphone getting ready. Darla stood to the side, clipboard in hand checking her watch every few seconds. Bas couldn’t help but chuckle at the neurotic woman- even though there was something endearing about it, Darla really needed to relax. 

[color=3F6E6D]“You’re certainly in a good mood this evening, Bonfamille.”[/color]

A voice brought Bastíen’s attention away from staring at the frazzled gig manager and broke his stare. Instead, he turned towards the source of the voice which turned out to be none other than the star athlete of the MU Hawks team, Nolan Murphy.

[color=8f1900]“Is there a reason I shouldn’t be?”[/color] Bas queried, putting down his glass as he turned towards the newcomer. He tapped on the bar to get the attention of one of the bartenders signaling that he wanted another. He leaned his head on his hand as he waited for his drink to be made, eyeing the two pitchers of beer being put in front of Nolan.

[color=8f1900]“Out with the [i]boys[/i], I take it?”[/color] Bastíen asked, flicking his eyes back to Nolan. 

The football player smirked, turning to face Bas as he spoke. [color=3F6E6D]“No, no particular reason.”[/color] Nolan chuckled and dismissed his prior observation, shifting his weight so he stood up just a little bit taller than before. Having known Bastíen for a decent amount of time, he knew that the boy was sometimes quite hard to please, so seeing him with a cheerful disposition was a nice change of pace. 

Nolan nodded to the bartender as he placed the pitchers down on the bar, handing him his credit card. [color=3F6E6D]“You can start a tab.”[/color] The boy had a feeling that he’d be drinking a decent amount this evening, so there was no use in signing the bill now. Running a hand through his hair, he looked back at Bas, nodding in response to his question. 

[color=3F6E6D]“Yeah, they’re over there.”[/color] He motioned to the high top table in the corner where his teammates sat, [color=3F6E6D]“We just got off the field not too long ago, it was a rough practice.”[/color] Nolan took one of the pitchers and poured a glass for himself, taking a long sip. There was just something about a refreshing cold beer after a long day that helped alleviate any negative feelings he possessed, which was certainly needed after today. 

[color=8f1900]“Oh?”[/color] Bastién raised an eyebrow [color=8f1900]“Daddy coach riding you hard? I can only imagine since he couldn’t lift the probation… even for you.”[/color] He took a sip from his new drink. 

Nolan smirked, as he knew very well that the dynamic between himself and his father preceded him. Most people couldn’t exactly understand why he played football when his dad was the coach. University was about holding your own and finding yourself and yet the boy chose to willingly spend the majority of his time with his father ragging him on the field. [color=3F6E6D]“I mean, between you and me,”[/color] Nolan looked around and leaned towards Bas in secrecy, his voice lowering just slightly [color=3F6E6D]“He already found a loophole at the administration’s behest, as I’m sure your parents did as well.”[/color] He took a step back and leaned back against the bar as he had a few seconds before. 

[color=3F6E6D]“I might still technically be on ‘probation’, but what the NCAA doesn’t know won’t hurt them.”[/color] Nolan used air quotes liberally, taking another swig of his beer. Nolan debated on not telling Bastién further about practice, but the 2 tequila shots he took prior to arriving at the bar said otherwise. He wasn’t drunk- at least not yet- but as alcohol does, it freed his inhibitions just enough for him to reveal more. [color=3F6E6D]“But yes, Coach- rather [i]dad[/i] can be a bit of a hard ass, especially on the field when it concerns me.”[/color]

[color=8f1900]”Well, well, well nepotism at its finest…”[/color] Bastién sighed almost bored, [color=8f1900]“I would know right?”[/color] He said before Nolan could because he knew it was what the athlete was thinking. [color=8f1900]“You would think that the heads of this fine school could come up with a more… inventive punishment. I mean some of us have security nets that they can’t even dream of… am I right?”[/color] He smirked looking over at the table of rowdy football players, who were casting annoyed stares their way, probably wondering where the beers were at.

[color=8f1900]“I think your boys are getting a bit restless… better get them their drinks so they have somewhere to put their roofies.”[/color] he quipped nodding his head towards the gang.

[color=3F6E6D]“That makes two of us, I guess.”[/color] Nolan replied, taking another drink of his beer and glancing over to his boisterous friends who waited expectantly for their share of the pitcher. They were this lively all the time, the heart of the party in every sense of the word. Every now and again, Nolan felt like he was out of place, too focused on his studies to care. But most nights, like tonight, he joined them in their revelries. 

[color=3F6E6D]“They can wait, or they can come get it for themselves. I may have paid for it, but that certainly doesn’t mean I have to serve it to them in a timely fashion. They’re used to drinking warm beer, so having it somewhat cold is a treat.”[/color] He made eye contact with his friends and then motioned to the pitchers, indicating they were up for grabs if they so desired. He raised an eyebrow at Bas’ choice of a joke. [color=3F6E6D]“No roofies- just good ‘ol fashion clean fun.”[/color]

[color=8f1900]“Is that so…”[/color] Bastíen murmured plucking some lint from the sleeve of his jacket [color=8f1900][i]There’s a few girls around campus that would disagree[/i][/color] he continued internally. [color=8f1900]“Well in that case… enlighten me, what does a group of testosterone-filled football players do for [i]fun[/i]?”[/color] he asked with that famous sparkle of trouble in his eyes. 

Nolan could believe that Bas would stoop so low as to doubt his intentions, and rolled his eyes as the boy questioned his teammate’s motives. Sure, they were known to host a party or two at their house on the edge of campus, that was common knowledge, but it annoyed him that the boy would ever imply such things. [color=3F6E6D]“We drink, just like you do,”[/color] Nolan motioned to the drink that Bastíen was sipping on. [color=3F6E6D]“We socialize, just like you do,”[/color] he gestured to the bar around them, and paused. [color=3F6E6D]“Well, not exactly like you do.”[/color] He corrected himself, silently acknowledging the fact that Bas was alone at the bar. 

[color=8f1900]“Riveting.”[/color] Bastíen smacked his lips taking his eyes from Nolan’s friends since the waving hand of Darla caught his eye. The blonde looked panic stricken and mouthed for him to come over. [color=8f1900]“Sorry to leave you… but I am needed elsewhere.”[/color] He said patting Nolan on the shoulder and walked over to where Darla stood stomping.

Before the football player could pipe in another word, Bas had departed, leaving him with a sour taste in his mouth. Nolan scoffed, mimicking Bastíen’s overconfident tone and demeanor, [color=3F6E6D]“[i]Riveting[/i].”[/color] He chugged the rest of his beer, shaking his head. [color=3F6E6D]“He wouldn’t know a good time if it looked him straight in the face.”[/color] Nolan tipped the bartender a few dollars cash to ensure the drinks kept coming throughout the night- you always wanted to get on their good side. He grasped the two pitchers in one hand, cups in the other, and walked back over to his friends to continue with his evening. 

[b]“Fuck! Bas!”[/b] Darla hissed when Bastíen reached her. [b]“The next guy just cancelled! I need you to go on after Fiona!”[/b] she spat at him rapidly not even looking at him.  

Bas just let out a soft chuckle and grabbed her chin and directed her to look him in the eyes [color=8f1900]“Of course I’ll save you… yet again”[/color] he said planting a quick kiss on her lips. [color=8f1900]“Just give me a sign when you want me to go on.”[/color] he left her dumbstruck and settled at a table next to the stage.