Nate was sitting at the bar sipping a beer. Wearing a plain pair of dark blue jeans, tight fitting with a wide leather belt. He had on a snug fitting black t-shirt with a fireman's cross on the back, and a pair of black, EMT, sneaker-boots. He was watching the crowd, and checking out the auras around people. His slightly drunken conclusion for this evening is that nice guys finish last.

Nate can see things about people, and tonight it's let him see the guys who he knows by their auras to be low-life, sleazes, or just plain abusive pricks, score. Women are all over them. While very few of the decent guys have any hangers on. Maybe it's true, good girls like bad boys, or wicked men.

He keeps nursing his beer and a grudge. He's been watching some unchivalrous jackass demean girls all night. The screwed up thing is they keep going back for more. Granted the guy is good looking, but so is Nate.....it's starting to piss him off now that he's slightly drunk.

Nice guy though, Nate is, and nice guys finish last.

Christopher Valintine is not a nice guy, and just as Nate might suspect, he's got women hanging on him as well. Several in fact. By the looks of it, all in their early twenties. It may be fuel on the fire that Chris looks to be in his thirties. It'd just be plain cruel of him to state to the young, good boys that have no women at all that he's not in his thirties but in his mid forties, leaning towards the fifty side more so then the thirty side. Sickening.

Not to him it isn't.

Chris had always attracted ladies, young ladies. He's also reputed among his children, eight, count it, eight kids (well, eight that he knows of), that he just can't 'keep it in his pants'. And he doesn't plan on it tonight either. But he needs another beer, and abandoning these three young women isn't terrible because within moments, he'll have a fresh new set of women fawning over him anyways.

So he saunters away from them to move towards the crowd with an easy sort of stride. He's dressed in cassual black slacks and a short sleeve button down shirt that's white, mildly dress/cassual shoes. His longer hair is braided back into a neat weave. He sits at an unoccupied stool beside one of those young men that just can't get a lady and orders a beer, bottle not draft.

A cute little brunette number had just walked over and started chatting up Nate. He was distracted for the moment from his people watching, his attention fell undivided on her while they introduced themselves.

Don't it figure, one of these sleazes with a particularly inky aura sat down next to Nate and ordered a beer. As soon as he did the little brunette doll was done talking to Nate so she could go introduce herself to the new comer.

Nate practically spit his beer out. What was it with these girls. He glowered, darkling into his beer and set it down. A quarter of the bottle had grown warm. He looks pretty disgusted with the way the girl is suddenly doting over this next to him. Then another girl walks over to talk to the jerk. The guy looks pleased with himself.

Nate orders another beer with a sour look on his face and some pretty disgruntled looks towards the guy next to him.

The guy is pleased with himself.

He's forty-six years old, the father of god knows how many children, he has to dye his hair (which is a lovely job really) because it's begining to silver, and he's still got it. Even compared to a good looking youth her own age, she's turned to him. Niiiice.

He blew them off. Brunette wasn't really his taste. He'd much rather a little blonde number but even more he'd like someone with long black hair and a very short skirt. They pouted. Maybe they'd return to poor Nate, since the older guy didn't want them. It's like clothes shoping. He doesn't like what he sees so he just doesn't pick it up. Easy, simple process.

His beer came, he turned and smiled in reply to the hard glares he was receiving. His smile was young, white, straight. There's nothing better then getting what you want. Coming close in second is pissing off young men because he can have what they can't get.

Of coarse they don't go back to talk to Nate. He's sitting much to close to the guy who just snubbed them. Nate just sat there with a broody scowl. If he weren't so standoffish at the moment, the broody look might have the girls all over Nate, not like if they were Nate would know what to do with them.

"Yeah keep smiling." Nate sneers, he can seethings in the creeps aura no matter how charming his smile is. "I'm sure you're enjoying yourself. Probably go home and bang one out with your wife later too....did you tell her you had to work late?" It's a little of Nate talking and a whole lot of beer talking. If not for the beer he'd not be so blunt or cocky.

Chris continued to smile, the smile ocompanied by a small laugh now. He turned his face to stare over the bar, take a long swig at the bottle, letting the cold liquid rush down his throat. He then set it down and cleared his throat, looked at the kid again.

"Actually, I am enjoying myself."

Don't ask if you don't want to know. Always assume any question you ask is going to be answered. Prepare yourself for the worst possible answer and the answer you receive may not be so bad. Yeah right.

"I'm not married anymore," of course not, he'd accidently killed his only wife a year ago, a wife he'd walked out on years before.

Nate simply nods and knocks back his beer, in one smooth draw he drains it without managing to seem to guzzle it. He sets the still cold bottle on the bartop.

"Not married anymore, she must have figured you out. Incredible. Probably be doing the same shit when you're sixty." he says, this time it's not a sneer, it's almost begrudging admiration.

"Actually, I believe I left her," not that it matters. Even then he'd been sneaking around on her, though, not very stealthy like. Hell, he'd had two kids already by that time, one was conceived when he was dating her.

"I probably will," he looked smug to Nate's slight admiration. "And you'll still be twenty years younger and sitting at a bar alone." Rub that in your face.

"Maybe I'll get lucky and be killed at work." Nate says sarcastically to the comment. He's starting to get used to being alone actually, give it another couple years, and such remarks may not sting at all.

"By a fire?" He chuckled softly again. "Perhapes if your lucky." What was left implied but unsaid was Chris' mocking voice saying 'but you'll still be alone. i won't be dieing alone.'

((Gah! Short!))

"And you won't die a hero either." Nate observed. He can see in Chris's aura that he isn't capable of anything truly selfless.

Why should he be? He'd been selfless once as a kid and it had gotten him nowhere. Fourty six years of watching people play almighty hero and watching it get them no where while he progressed forward in life to the position that he was now in, it had taught him that nothing comes of being honorable and nothing comes of being selfless. He's got one life to live and he's going to live it doing what he wants and what he likes.

"Probably not. I;d rather die old then honorable." He's brutally honest with himself.

Nate shook his head. What could he say to that. He could think of nothing, it was a lost cause to even bother.

(bleh)

See Nate? Trying to be a hero (even if it is just trying to show an old man whore the error of his ways) never gets you anywhere at all besides ten minutes waisted and a helpless feeling.

That's what Chris would say anyways.

Finally that blonde he wanted was three stools down and he stood, leaving the beer with Nate because....well....lets face it, Nate would need it more then he did, and he walked down the stools to lean against the bad beside the young woman and order another beer. Wink at Nate. What an asshole.