"Nate and Alice" (from "The New Girl")

[ToniTaylor]

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[Bevatoria]

It had been a long, semi-profitable night for Nate as he sidled the cash into his pocket, picked up his guitar case and walked out of Harvey's. It was early morning, Nate knew, and he let out a sigh of fatigue. He was going straight home and then collapsing into bed so he could get up for his shift at the store that morning; a part of his rental agreement was to take shifts in the store that his apartment was stationed above...another deep breath escaped him as he felt how tired he was.

But not so tired to not hear his name.

"Nate!"

A female voice. One that sounded vaguely familiar, although he didn't immediately place it as he turned towards the source of it. The woman running towards him was...again, it was a peck at the end of his memory that he couldn't quite place.


"Nate! Hold up!"

Behind her, he saw two figures - men - who were alternately focusing between him and her. Their eyes and body language betrayed their intent and he glared at them in response. Even in a small town like this (or especially?), there were those who thought they could act as they pleased without consequence. He stood up a little straighter, daring them to challenge him even as he knew it would likely end with him wrecking the guitar (or at lease the case) that he'd just made a couple hundred bucks with.

It was when she got closer that he recognized her, and it became clear why he couldn't quite place her. It was because she'd changed so much since he really knew her, and since then, he'd only heard stories...

"Hey, Nate, how ya doin'?"

Alice. Nate tried to smile, but knew his look was more one of shock as he took her in. The vibrant, bubbly young woman with a gorgeous shock of blonde hair had been replaced by a frail adult, her hair thinning and light, her gaze constantly darting and her body thin and uncertain. Nate moved towards her then, leaving his guitar case next to him as he put his hands on her arms.

"Alice...wow." The 'wow' was not entirely complementary, as he looked her over. Even in the darkness, it was clear she was not right. Hadn't been right for a while. But still, Nate wasn't about to foist the responsibility for her off on anyone, at least not this late at night...or early in the morning.

"Hey, listen, you, um, you wanna hang for a bit. Maybe go somewhere?" Nate's smile turned sad, and his hands fell from her as he went to pick up his case. It was clear what she wanted. From his time playing music on tour, he knew what people who needed a hit looked like. But worse still, he knew that if she was here, she had nowhere else to go, unless those guys who had been holding her had a spare room they'd let her in....

"C'mon, Alice. There's nowhere around here open that late." Even if there was, he wasn't about to take her there with the condition she was in. "Walk with me." They'd go back to his place, and he'd try to make her stay the night...even if the cynical part of his mind was telling him to hide his cash.

"What...what are you doing here, Alice?" He started, softly. "Greenburg isn't exactly the kind of place you go to to fix your problems..."

He knew better then anyone.

 

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[Bevatoria]

Nate didn't respond when she said she didn't need to fix her problems. If anything, it showed a lack of awareness on her part of how fucked up her life really was, and he bit back the urge to shake his head. It wasn't his place to disagree strongly, not yet; only to do what he could for her. He felt her take his arm in her hand (the one not carrying a guitar, anyways) as she pulled him in. "Maybe we could go to your place. Is there, um, anyone there, you know, who'd mind you showing up with a girl?"

"No." The answer was clearly to the last question, and Nate couldn't help but show ab it of bitterness and regret as he answered that. That's what he had in mind anyways was to take her home, although he knew he needed to make something clear along the way.

"Look, Alice, I have...some idea about what you've been doing in the last few years." It wasn't a long walk to where he lived, and the silence had lingered a bit while they'd been heading to his house. "I'm not those guys." He met her gaze then, or did as well as he could with the two of them moving and her drug stricken mind not able to focus on anything for more then a few seconds. "You staying with me doesn't mean that...you have to pay for anything."

What he wouldn't say is that he would settle for her not trying to steal anything from him. "It's just the right thing to do. You can stay at my place tonight." Which would mean the bed for her, and the couch for him...although he had a feeling she might try to 'convince' him otherwise.

And truth be told, as he felt the whisky he'd downed earlier, he wasn't sure how much convincing it'd take.

 

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[Bevatoria]

Comfy was definitely the word. The entrance led right into the main room where his old couch sat in front of an even older television, with a throw rug and a coffee table that the previous occupant had left behind. The tiny kitchenette was just north of it, along with a kitchen table and two rickety chairs - one of which held Alice's jacket. A hallway went to the left, where there was a small linen closet, Nate's bedroom, and a bathroom which was, ironically, the best part of his living situation; partially because he kept it immaculate.

He didn't keep it stocked with anything other then advil and cough medicine, though, so he nodded his assent. "Yeah. Use it, take a shower if you want...whatever you need." Nate usually needed an half hour or so to wind down after a show anyways, so he wasn't about to push her. "I'll be making tea if you want any." Not that he had more then one kind, anyways - it was Green tea or nothing at the moment, although he'd planned on picking up some Earl Grey as an indulgence after the successful show.

Now, whisky on the other hand...

 

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[Bevatoria]

Nate tried - and almost succeeded - at not stealing a glance at Alice as she disrobed on the way to his bathroom. It was hard not to see given how cramped the confines were, and he was too tired to pretend to avert his eyes as he stole a glance at her half naked torso. "Yeah. Got some Jim Beam." he nodded, no longer bothering with the tea if she wasn't going to have any. Hell, maybe a small glass or two might help him get to sleep, too.

Six ice cubes (three per glass) and a generous shot of whisky in each of them later, he made his way into the bathroom, knocking on the door gently so he didn't surprise her. He didn't hear the water and assumed maybe she was cleaning up or something. But after a beat, he gently pushed the door open, not seeing it locked, and called in. "Alice?" He felt the steam from the water, and immediately noticed the empty soap bottle. Damnit. So another cut into his profits tonight...

But his thought about profits quicky disapated when he saw Alice lying down in the bathtub. It looked like she was asleep, or mostly napping, and partially out of fear for waking her suddenly (and possibly ruining the view of her mostly visible top half, even through the building soap suds), he gently rapped on the tub to rouse her.

"Hey." He kept his gaze on her eyes with effort as she came around, holding one of his two partially full glasses of whisky. "Thought you'd like a swig or two" He gave it to her, and clinked his against hers. "Feeling better?" He took a drink or two of his, trying to look away from her, and failing.

He didn't want to be that guy, but it was hard not to be when she was naked and close to him.