Avanhelsing

Hᴀʀᴠᴇsᴛ Mᴏᴏɴ: A Nᴇᴡ Yᴇᴀʀ

My Bisexual Doctor is so close to being done!

Hᴀʀᴠᴇsᴛ Mᴏᴏɴ: A Nᴇᴡ Yᴇᴀʀ

I am struggling on the theme song. I want to do a Broadway song but gotta find one.

Hᴀʀᴠᴇsᴛ Mᴏᴏɴ: A Nᴇᴡ Yᴇᴀʀ

Uhh slight problem... It won't let me save my dream selfy...

Hᴀʀᴠᴇsᴛ Mᴏᴏɴ: A Nᴇᴡ Yᴇᴀʀ

Time to get to work on my city boy turned small town doctor.

CANCELLED.

@SgtEasy
It took me two days to get over my writers block. I know how it is dude. You're fine!

CANCELLED.

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Terry@Avanhelsing & Eugene@Taytay
_{Location: Mckinney House -> to Party}

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Terry had been daydreaming in his room when the text had chirped on his phone. His face had lit up when he saw the invite to the party. Terry knew a few people going to the party and he needed to get out of the house more than anything. The constant stress of the holidays caused him to need this party. Parties held such great promise for him. The only issue, of course, was Eugene. Terry wanted to go more than anything, but he knew that Eugene would never want to go. That was an issue since his plan required him to drag Eugene with him wherever he went. Terry pulled on a bright blue polo shirt and black board shorts. It was his usual outfit for parties since it showed off all his assets since his brain was not one of them. Terry sighed as he walked up towards Eugene’s room and knocked on the door with purpose.

“Oi! Jay! Get your party clothes on! We’re leaving for Damian’s party in 20 minutes!” Terry said as if Eugene coming to the party was already a foregone conclusion. Terry was going to make Eugene would come if he had to drag him by the nose. Terry knew that the use of the Jay nickname would get a rise out of Eugene, but it was always a laugh to try and get reactions from him. Terry figured that Eugene just needed to go to a party and all of his issues would be solved like magic. Terry just wanted his brother to be happy and that meant going to parties. At least that was how Terry felt about “fixing” his brother. Terry kept knocking on the door until he got the desired reaction from his older brother. The only answer that Terry was going to take was Eugene giving in and going to the party together.

Eugene was a simple creature, one layered in endless teachings of poets, philosophers, writers, brilliant people in general. SO why can’t anyone understand him? His parent, his brother, his friends, no one seem to get that EUGENE DOES NOT DO PARTIES!! Any form of gathering that is hosted by his peers was bound to end up a cesspool of sex, drugs, and the night would end with Eugene carrying Terry’s drunk ass home. It was not something he intended to do with his final night of break, and if anyone thinks that some magical text sent from the god himself (Damian) is gonna change that...well they are just wrong. As the ping of his phone came in (his usually dry phone) he already knew what it was, who it was from and what it contained, and this caused him to look at the device as if it were some creature from a Stephen King book.

When Terry began to knock on Eugene’s door, he rolled his eyes so hard that he could have seen into the future. It was honestly funny how well he could predict the actions of others especially his rock of a brother. Most thought Terry was the better twin but what they did not know was that the boy got to high school because of Eugene. Whatever though, now it was time to beat the lug back with a stick, so with a cool steeled calm Eugene got up from his bed and opened the door…surprise its Terry with your prize of a shitty party.

”No.” He said with a stern face while pushing up his glasses.

Terry had expected his brother to come out his room with a stick to beat some sense into him. He knew that Eugene didn’t want to come but that didn’t phase Terry. He was used to his brother’s brand of glares. They stopped having the desired effect a few months ago after their parents went on a world trip “to find themselves”. Terry didn’t care about his parent’s marital spats right now. His brother was all he cared right now and as usual, Eugene was being a wet blanket for his fun. Terry still refused to take that answer.

“Funny… That didn’t sound ‘Yes of course, Terry my super intelligent brother! I am so glad that you are here to help me! My brother is the best for helping me get laid.’ ” Terry said in a rather terrible attempt to mimic how Eugene talked. It was clear that Terry was not good at mimicking people. It sounded more like a generic nerd voice instead of how Eugene talked.

“ Come on, Eugene. I am not dragging you to hell. It is a party and I want to show off my older brother.” Terry added to try and play the family card. He had no idea if any of this was working at all. He just knew that he wanted to get Eugene to go with him since Terry worried about his brother locking himself away from the rest of the world. That was not healthy and going to parties was healthy in Terry’s eyes.

If Eugene rolled his eyes any harder they were sure to come out, Terry was looking like a puppy barking up a very large tree and so far the tree was not budging. Their relationship was different now, and Terry was going to have to learn that soon. Eugene did show a sign of hesitation during his brother's pleas, what could go wrong? Eugene had nothing to lose, but there was still his mind shooting off signs of caution, telling him he needed to lean back and close the door. ”Your right it’s not hell, it’s worse and I refuse to get grinded on by some drunken idiot. I refuse to end up babysitting you all night. I refuse to get laid by some half dicked teenage boy.” he said cooly, and with every word, he poked at Terry’s chest and then turned around and walked back into his room.

Terry was as usual oblivious to the fact that this didn't work AT ALL. Terry would have a better chance of sitting in a lawn chair ordering the tides not to come in. He would control the tides before he got Eugene to come with him. It did appear that whatever he was doing was working ever so slowly. So that meant that he had the green light to keep pestering Eugene to come with him. “There you go with the whole getting laid by some weakling or something. I have great taste in guys and ladies if you want it that way. I can handle myself at parties since the car can just drive me home. I want to go out there and let the world see my brother as more than a shut-in. I mean I know a few guys on the wrestling who most certainly are not half dicked.” Terry said as he invited himself inside. He looked at his brother straight in the eyes and gave him a smirk. “Please come with me, Eugene. I want us to spend more time together and this is a great way to do that.” Terry said as he laid the supposed charisma on thick. “You can wear whatever you want if you come and I promise I won’t lock you in a bedroom with a naked neanderthal like me unless you want it.” Terry added quickly to try and get what he wanted. This was his first major party like this so he wanted his brother with him. Terry would have never said it out loud but it was obvious just by looking at him.

Eugene gave Terry a blank stare, one that soon morphed into remorse. He was a man of his word and the oldest (whether not Terry would admit it), so look at his brother stand here and plead did strike a chord with him. Their entire relationship was fucked because of past mistakes, parental guidance and a lack of communication. But here was Terry trying his hardest to make things good between them and Eugene felt like a fool for not taking the opportunity to bridge their gap (even if it was a little), they made a promise to get back to a healthy state and so far there has been little improvement. Fuck it, what’s the worst that could happen. He turned around and faced Terry with slanted eyes and a cautious stance.

”I will wear what I want, I will not put anything inside my body that I do not consent too, I do not want to speak to any males that you recommend, understand?” Eugene said and then began to pick out an appropriate outfit for the night. Eugene would not show it, not even let it fill his eyes, but he was...anxious? Yeah, that is it, not fear, not the feeling of trepidation and whatever it is, he was not going to sweat it.

”Also for the record, I am not a shut-in just because I choose to abstain from your activities, now get out you know I don’t change I front of others.

Terry didn’t care about their past since he could not change it. He did, however, care about how he and Eugen would eventually go on. He wanted their future to be so much better than their past had been. That meant he would drag his brother all the way to the beach if he had. He had to keep his promise to himself. He had promised that he would have a better relationship with his brother. That was his only goal right now despite how terrible that sounded. The worry in his eyes vanished as quickly as it had come when Eugene promised that he would come to him so long as Terry kept to his promises. Terry nodded his head before he answered him.

”Do you really think I would have one of my buds assault you, Eugene? I am not that kind of guy at all. I promise I will not throw shirtless wrestlers at you. I am not that tacky. Even if that was my plan...” He added the last part in a very quiet voice. Terry didn’t leave the room when he was told to but he did turn around so his back was to Eugene. ” I am literally the only person you can change in front of without it being weird. I at least need to see what you are wearing beforehand. I do not want you wearing ten layers of clothes tonight. Oh and definitely wear shorts since we look good in shorts. Gotta show off the family legs.” Terry said like that was common knowledge.

Eugene scowled as he watched his brother turn around but not leave. He hated the closeness that Terry assumed they had, Eugene was not...comfortable with his body at this point in this life and sometimes he appreciates Terry, but can just use the space. As he got ready he tried to dress as well as possible for the night to come. Show some legs, that is ridiculous I don’t need “more legs.”

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If Terry was even more excited, he would be literally shaking the car like an earthquake. His leg kept shaking with excitement as the car drove itself towards the party. Terry had set the car to auto drive them to the party since he wanted to talk more with his brother. Terry had no idea how Eugene was going to act at the party. It was not as if Eugene was some innocent waif who needed to be protected. Terry still wanted to protect his brother like he had been doing for years now. Terry still saw it as his job to keep Eugene safe, but he figured his brother could handle himself. He looked out the window as the car he bought Eugene drove itself towards the beach. Terry had never really understood cars but one of his buddies had told him to buy this one for his brother.

”So what are you planning for tonight? I mean are you going to get completely wrecked? Why do I see you standing on a table half naked.” Terry said laughing at the image of his brother getting wasted. His brother was a lot of things but a drunken lush was not one of them “ I mean this could be a lot of fun for you...I mean we could just get wasted together...I mean the car will still get us home and I promise not to bring any floozy home tonight.” Terry rambled as he kept his eyes on his brother. Terry was still praying that Eugene would stay for the entire party since it would not help his social prospects if he just flaked on one of the largest parties of the year.

The entire car ride Eugene could feel his brothers bouncing leg, and the bouncing was matching his heartbeat. Eugene did not know what to expect, or what might happen. All he wanted was to go out enjoy his time with Terry and then come back home safe and sound. Eugene thought about all the movies, snaps, television shows, and pictures he had seen about parties like this and it caused him to shudder. He knew that drinking was a mandatory thing, but surely Terry would not make him dance? He was willing to go, and bond with his brother, but anything extra was too much. In his mind, Eugene was coming to terms with all the things he would be exposed to in one night and this caused him swallow hard.

At the sound of Terry’s voice, Eugene jumped and turned to him. He looked at Terry sheepishly and the rolled his eyes at his brothers hopes for the events of the nights. ”I will not be getting ‘wrecked’ at all, maybe a few drinks and then that is all. Someone needs to be able to get us through the door after this party is over, and my clothes will be staying on thank you.” Eugene said as nicely as possible. He loved his brother, honestly, so to see him trying so hard...well Eugene could feel his love in waves. ”Let's just focus on have a good time tonight. Alright?

It was clear just by looking at Terry that he clearly cared about his brother. He would not be dragging his brother to this Party unless he cared about him. He smiled to himself as he heard Eugene keep listing what he wanted to do tonight. “Getting wrecked is half the fun. I mean stumbling into the house drunk singing is the best way to end a party. I mean we do have a car that can do just about everything for us. I am not going to try and make you strip your clothes off though I still think you need show those great McKinney genes. Losing my shirt always seems to get me exactly what I want.” Terry mused as the car pulled up to their destination. It appeared that the Twins were fashionably late which was always the best time to arrive.

As soon as the car pulled to a stop, Terry jumped out of the car and looked around the area. It appeared that everything was already in full swing. Terry turned to look at Eugene with a smug smile. “ Alright, Jay! Have fun out there! If you need me for anything, I will be…. Honestly, I have no idea where I will be but yell if you need me. You are gonna have so much fun!” Terry yelled as he disappeared into the crowd. He trusted that his older brother would be able to take care of himself. Eugene had all the brains in the family and that meant he would be alright. Terry just felt a warm feeling in his chest knowing that his brother was finally going out in public with him. Things were finally going Terry’s way for the first time in a long while.

”Wait you-”Idiot.. Eugene let out with a huff as he and his brother practically teleported into the house. Things were loud, it was warm, too many people, and the only reason he was here just up and vanished. Now all he could do was attempt to find a spot and stick to it, he had no desire to ‘socialize’ at that moment. He began to slowly walk through the entrance and make his way around the house, bumping into some person but continuing his trek until he reached the bar area. Eugene was starting to feel his nerves calm as he took in his new environment (the uncomfortable look still on his face), and for the first time in his life, he uttered some words that he never thought he would.

”I need a drink."

Harvest Moon Roleplay

@MissCapnCrunch@T Risket
So I am going to be at work tomorrow. Around what time (your local time I mean) is it coming up. I have a few ideas for my doctor and I would rather like to have my desire on the OOC at least.

Oh and second question: Do I have to play an older doctor? Lots of Harvest Moon games and Stardew Valley seem to go for the older gentleman for a doctor. Is there any real limits (obviously the proper age for a doctor)?

CANCELLED.

JJ Stone: The Cowboy

Location: Prewitt Mansion & El Jefe Beach
Interacting with: Owen Lyon (Mentioned) / Matthew Archer @Kitty (Talking to)

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Theme Song

Joshua Jeremiah Stone was in the zone right now. Whenever he got in a bad mood, JJ’s preferred method of dealing with his issues was to wail on a punching bag. It was the easiest way to deal with his issues since talking about his problems was most certainly not something that JJ Stone ever did. He had a tough guy football player image to uphold. Tough guys did not sit around crying about their feelings with other guys. He was not allowed to cry or deal with these feelings in any other way besides acting angry and hitting things. This whole still bothered after the month he had been in Beverly Hills. He still felt like he didn’t belong in a place like this. JJ was a stranger in this strange land. It was as if Beverly Hills was its own country compared to Texas. The 1,436.0 miles between Dallas might as well have been 1,436.0 lightyears between them. Los Angeles was a bizarre place with their own rules and customs. Every word had a double meaning and there were knives ready to be jabbed into one’s back with every second. It was exhausting to try and understand these strange people. That was why JJ stayed mostly with the football players. They were the only people in this place that he understood. Football seemed to be a universal sport which was the only reason that JJ had not run away back to Texas. If he went back to Texas, he would feel happy again. He had no reason to stay in this horrible place for him. So, for now he spent his time wailing on this punching bag. It felt good to get his anger out in a rather healthy way. There probably were more healthy ways than getting bruises on one’s hands. JJ liked to think that his bruises made him look so much better. There was something nice about a guy who looked like he had gone a few rounds, but he was crazy like that. JJ never really cared for extreme shows of wealth or think that his stepfather could do anything good but this gym was quite excellent in his eyes. It had everything that a young man could need to feel like he was getting a good workout. JJ spent more time in the mansion gym than in his own room. There was something wrong him for thinking like that, but JJ stayed there to stay away from his family.

JJ stopped wailing on the punching bag after his phone played a small riff of “Deep in the Heart of Texas. It was a little stereotypical of the Texan to play a song like that, but he thought it was funny. He couldn’t just mope around the house or hide in the gym. The text was for a party thrown by one of the football players and his bros. He knew a few of them and they honestly were the only people that JJ could stand for the most part in that school. He never got the feeling that he was a pity friend with them. So many people were friends with the new kid just because he was interesting for a few minutes. Then they loved the hot new commodity and the Texan seemed to be a hot commodity if only for a hot second. JJ walked down towards his room using his shirt to wipe the sweat off his body. JJ always liked the smell of sweat so he was not going to shower it all off before the party.

As he walked down the hallway he noticed the High King of Snobbery, his stepfather, sitting on the couch reading something. JJ didn’t even look at him while he walked on by. He rarely, if ever, talked to the older man. Prewitt was the one who had ruined his entire life and thus JJ didn’t want to talk to him at all. JJ moved through the house like a ghost since he had promised his mother not to cause a scene with her new husband anymore. So, JJ followed his promise by completely ignoring the man. It was cruel since Prewitt had never done anything that warranted this reaction from JJ. That didn’t stop JJ from hating him just for existing. If it wasn’t for the investment banker, JJ would still be back in Dallas where he belonged. Money was not the most important thing in the world. All that glittered was not gold, even though JJ had no idea what that phrase really meant. JJ was only hoping that there was a chance he would enjoy the party since he really needed a distraction from his world right now. JJ pulled on a simple denim button up shirt along with his favorite pair of dark jeans. The whole outfit screamed that he was not really trying with his clothes but at least it showed off his body. JJ ran out the door for his taxi since he didn’t want to use any of the Snob’s cars since that would always come back to bite him.

The Party

JJ looked around like he had just walked into some sort of fairytale land as he looked at the party. He never did get used to all of this wealth around him. He still didn’t like the world around him but at least he would enjoy the people. Beverly Hills was the land of the rich and famous. That meant that everyone looked like they belonged on a runway somewhere. His eyes wandered even though he felt an odd amount of shame for looking at the guys. His mother had always ragged on “them homos” whenever she got drunk. She would have killed JJ if she knew that he was part of her least favorite group of people. Tonight, was a night for JJ to just let go and be the real him. He wasn’t going to flirt like a Wildman, but he could at least try to talk to different guys.

JJ walked past the guy at the door and recognized him from around the school. He seemed to be part of some group of guys. JJ tried to keep his head down from the cliques so he didn’t know who this guy was. He gave the guy a nod as he walked into the party proper. Everything felt like it was some sort of magic. JJ was looking around clutching a beer that he still had no idea how he had gotten. After taking a sip from his beer his eyes eventually set on an older looking guy in a light blue shirt. JJ wouldn’t have noticed him except for the shirt and a little voice in the back of his head telling him to go talk to him. For some reason, JJ headed the little voice and walked towards the guy. JJ moved with that confidence that his father had taught him all those years ago. He was confident but not arrogant in the way he moved. JJ gave the guy a smile that lit up his entire face with his megawatt grin. As he walked towards the guy, JJ managed to grab another beer not knowing if the guy was a drinker. Most people rarely turned down a free beer and JJ hoped that this guy wouldn’t be the exception to that rule.

“ Howdy there. I don’t think we’ve ever met. I’m a pretty sure I would remember that. Guessing then that you are new? Oh and would you like a beer?” JJ asked to break the ice with the guy. He offered the other unopened beer towards the guy whilst keeping that same smile plastered on his face. His accent still made him sound like he was down home in Texas. It added a bit of charm to way it made his voice sound honeyed and slow like a lazy river. The accent always seemed to be a hit since Texans were quite rare in the heart of Beverly Hills.

“ Oh and where are my manners. Ma would tan red me for being so rude. Joshua Jeremiah Stone, at your service sir. My friends call me JJ though. My full name is such a mouthful.” JJ added letting his drawl extended the words. “ And who are you? If you do not mind me asking.” JJ asked clearly interested in learning more about the other guy. There was something about him that JJ just couldn’t shake as being interesting. It was as if he needed to know more about this guy.

@Kitty

Harvest Moon Roleplay

@MissCapnCrunch
How do you mean? Never heard of anything like that but I am interested.

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Nathan Wagner: The Lost Prince

Location: The Jenny Marie & El Jefe Beach
Interacting with: Issac (Talking to) @Klaykid Owen Lyon (mention) and Henry (mention)@Universorum

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The Jenny Marie
Theme Song

Strange flight, the body
Held at a threshold
And never quite freed
Or quite revealed—
One wing taut with wind,
One wing concealed
Until the wind grows calm
And it shimmers in a shadow-world,
The shape of a sail, yet softer—
The drifting boat
A bird half in air,
Half in water.

There was something magical in being all by yourself out on the sea listening to the songs of the ocean around. The waves against the boat’s hull were like the bass of a drum while the sleek hull moved through like a hot knife through butter. The sea birds screamed along with the song while they danced and wheeled in the waves. There was something almost magical being all alone in a sail boat with just yourself and the sea. That was Nate loved this boat so much. It was, in his eyes, the very definition of freedom. Some people searched for release from the world at the bottom of a bottle, with drugs, or sex to dull the pain. Some people, like Nate’s brother, used all three and more to quiet the anger that they all felt. Nate, however, only needed this boat and being alone at the sea. This was as addicting to Nate as drugs were to some people. The smell of the sea spray was better than any single drug on the Earth. It made him feel more alive than he had felt in a very long time.

Ever since his Grandmother had taken him out to the ocean for the first time, Nate had always loved the water. Sailing was a challenge between man and nature. If done properly, man could have dominion over the powerful element. That kind of control was something that Nate loved more than anything booze. Being out here gave him the largest amount of control in his life. Out here on the sea, his parents couldn’t try to control him with the plan. Out here, he didn’t have to deal with the specter of his brother’s addictions haunting him like a ghost. This boat was the closest thing he had to a castle against all of the pain around him. He still had to pretend that everything alright in his life. The gossips would have a field day if anyone found out how messed the Wagner’s really were. The family had an image that had been carefully cultivated and now Nate had to pick up his brother’s slack. After Lucas’ meltdown from all of the stress in Los Angeles, it was Nate’s job to keep that image going. He would have to go exactly where his parents wanted him to go and talk to whomever they approved of. There were very few places that Nate could truly be alone and the boat was the best one he could use. Everything bothering him just melted away when he was out on the sea. It was just Nate and the ocean around him. Nothing calmed him like tying knots or moving with the wind. The only issue was that he had no one to share this with and that was an issue that he was going to deal with later. For now, Nathan Wagner was happy being alone with just his thoughts. It felt like the whole world was watching his every step. His parents obsessed over his every friend and relationship. He had to be with the “right” crowd of people as fit his station as a Wagner. Someday the family company would be his and that carried its own stresses. Every move had to be planned out like a life sized version of chess. The whole world had an idea as to who Nathan Wagner was supposed to be while Nate had no idea who he was. Some people saw him as just a blonde jock and being full of himself. Others saw a spoiled rich boy who was born with three silver spoons in his mouth. No one ever seemed to take the time to meet the real Nate Wagner. Nate had been wearing his masks for so long, he didn’t even know who this real Nate Wagner would even be.

Nate’s phone alarm started chirping and that broke the sea’s spell over him. The land was calling back to him and Nate had to heed that call. He could not stay out by himself for ever and he had an image to keep. As Nate brought the boat about towards the dock, he started singing to himself one of the sea shanties his Irish grandmother had taught him. Nate truly didn’t care that he was singing to himself. His grandmother had taught him that sea shanties had been a way for a crew to move faster while doing different tasks on the large merchant ships of the 17th century. Nate thought of them as a way to help when he was all alone on the boat. Though that he had never sung in front of anyone, Nate liked to think that he had a decent singer despite his lack of training.

“ What shall we do with a drunken sailor,
What shall we do with a drunken sailor,
What shall we do with a drunken sailor,
Early in the morning?
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Early in the morning”

The song was a little silly but it always made him feel better about the world around him. He could ignore the fact that Father wanted him at another one of his election fundraisers or ignore how Mother wanted him as a prop for another of her luncheons. An outwardly perfect son like Nate was a valuable commodity for any family wanting to gain political capital. He was a card too valuable not to use. If his father wanted to get elected to the State Legislature, he would have to play every card possible while down playing the more awful ones. That meant that his “perfect” son and wife would have to parade around the town with him. Nate’s mother was fine with this but Nate hated the very idea of hiding who they were. His parents had increased the distance between Lucas and the family. The drug addicted older son would ruin the image of the perfect American family. So they barely mentioned his existence at all which was the worst part of this whole thing. Nate was still trying to figure out a way to get his older brother back in his life despite how his parents acted around him. Nate pulled the yacht onto the mansion’s dock with trained actions. He pulled up the dock throwing the mooring ropes to catch the dock as pulled up. With a deft hand, Nate secured his boat before hopping onto the worn dock walking towards thefamily mansion. He had to quickly change his clothes or he was going to be late for the party and that would never happen.

Tonight all he had to focus on was the party. Nate was not the largest fan of parties but his school image required that he go to as many of them as possible. This party also was a reason to get out of the Mansion and any reason was a good reason in Nate’s book. His parents were off at some party of their own while Nate got ready for the night ahead. He had no idea what was going to happen to night but he was hoping it would be interesting tonight at least. Nate was not the best at his fashion sense but he liked to think he looked good in his clothes. It was simple but it showed off his physique which was what Nate was after right now. He had to look his best if he wanted to feel his best.

The Party

Nate had his loves and one of them was his car. His Grandfather had bought the self-driving Lamborghini for his grandson since one could not sail a sailboat down Interstate 405. Nate was not the best driver in the world, so the self-driving car was a godsend. It could do all the work for him while Nate just relaxed on the way to the party. That meant that he had to shift his way of acting back to how he acted at school. He was not the same happy go lucky guy that he was when he was sailing. He was friendly but he had to hide his true feelings for the sake of The Plan. Being a social outcast was not in his parent’s plans for their remaining son. So Nate went to parties like this for their sake more than his own. He loved to plan parties but the whole idea of getting wasted scared him more than he could say. He saw how the constant partying had destroyed his brother and he would not have that happen to him. He could still occasionally drink but that usually was limited to a single beer or something. He never got completely wrecked unless he got punched in the face and that happened with worryingly regularity.

Nate’s car pulled up into one of the far parking spots in the beach house parking lot. He didn’t want his car to get blocked in if he needed to leave in a hurry. Anything was possible tonight and not everything was good. As Nate walked towards where Owen was standing like an angry statue guarding the way in.
“Owen. Good to see you out here, my dude. ”
Nate said as he gave him a nod as he walked by. He knew that there was a set list of people who were allowed but of course he was on the list. There definitely were perks going to the 365 Combat Club and this was one of them. The other was to deal with his deep seated anger towards his life without getting thrown into jail or worse. It also got him into a few different parties by being affiliated with someone like Owen. The guy had taught Nate how to fight and he respected him for that.

Nate moved through the people already there like shadow. Where some people cut through crowds like a bull in a china shop, Nate preferred to move with the crowd while also moving with purpose. He eventually got to the bar giving the bartender a nod. He didn’t really know who this guy was but he had seen Owen talking to him. So he imagined that the guy was connected to Owen’s group of friends. He nodded towards the bartender for a beer since it was the only thing he pretended to drink. The entire night he would be just holding the drink.
As he wandered around the party clutching his beer, he noticed a rather tall young man ( Isaac (@Klaykid] )collide with a girl near the path. He seemed to be rather angry but something about him made Nate want to at least say hello. He walked up as he could hear the young man mumble something about it not going well. Nate had no idea what could have gone better but he chose to walk up towards him.
“ It is never easy to talk at one of these things. I remember at my first real party like this, I collided with the drinks table and got drenched in a hundred different liquids. Trust me, friend, it can go a lot worse than colliding with someone. “

Nate said as he offered the man his already forgotten beer. He wasn’t going to drink it and it appeared that this guy could most certainly use a beer.
”I am going to guess just by looking at you that you box. I mean I’ve been punched in the face by people your size. Pretty rare to see people around here who look like they know how to fight and I always like to meet fellow fighters. I’ve always wanted to learn how to box better” Nate said seemingly unaffected by the guy’s aura of menace. Nate was used to dealing with different kinds of people so he was not going to run away from this guy. It was clear that Nate was genuine while he talked to the other guy.

“Oh, I’m Nate by the way.” He said as he still offered the completely full beer. Nate loved to talk to interesting people and this guy seemed interesting to say the least. There were some people who were quite basic but this guy seemed to be a bit different. He most certainly was not Nate’s type but that didn’t mean he couldn’t talk to him. Nate liked to know many different people as possible.