Nathaniel: Oh Jesus ass ramming Christ! ...There's not wanting to come quietly, and there's fucking that. (Starling) Tell me that's the last job.
Starling (to Nathaniel): I believe so... I'm sorry it got so messy.
Nathaniel (to Starling): Yeah. I'm real sure you are. Shit... I got blood all over this shirt. Fuck it. If we're done for the evening, I'm going out.
Starling (to Nathaniel): Oh... What should I say if anyone asks, sir?
Nathaniel (to Starling): That I'm going out to find a fight, possibly a fuck and definitely a pint. I've got my communicator on me if I'm needed.
Starling (to Nathaniel): Oh... Have fun.
Nathaniel (to Starling): Heh. I figured you wouldn't wanna come after that last time. See you later, Rhoda Penmark.
A short time later, at a pub; East Garden, New London, Britannia:
Delphine (to Nathaniel): Bonjour, beau. I wasn't expecting to see you here, tonight.
Nathaniel (to Delphine): Hello, Delphine. Nice to see you. Did someone move a rock?
Delphine (to Nathaniel): Oh, you say the sweetest thing, mon ami. Here, drink this.
Nathaniel (to Delphine): I know better than to drink anything you try to hand me. If you're offering, I'll put a drink on your tab. :-P
Delphine (to Nathaniel): Fine by me. I think I owed you one from the other night.
Nathaniel (to Delphine): Heh. More than likely. One more, please! What brings you to this side of town? I wouldn't think you'd wanna dirty your shoes.
Delphine (to Nathaniel): Quoi? I'm sorry your accent confuses me...
Nathaniel (to Delphine): Yeah. I'll bet. Lemme be plain then. What the fuck do you want?
Delphine (to Nathaniel): Nothing at all. I just saw a familiar face... And, I didn't want the competition for the talent in the corner, chere.
Nathaniel (to Delphine): Oh really? Talent, you say? ... Shit. Knock yourself out, Delphine. I get the distinct impression, you're not his type.
Delphine (to Nathaniel): Well, have at it then, mon chere.
Nathaniel (to Delphine): ... Nah. Too much work tonight. Today's the kinda day I prefer someone desperate to come to me.
Delphine (to Nathaniel): Heehee, how about that guy over there? He looks like he's in desperate need of a good fuck.
Nathaniel (to Delphine): Yeah. No shit. There's a reason for that. Not that I don't appreciate your attempts at helping me get laid and shit, but I'm not in the mood. Do me a favor and fuck off.
Delphine (to Nathaniel): ... Fine. Party pooper.
Nathaniel (to Delphine): I've heard that about myself.
An hour or so later:
Aiden: Bloody hell, why am I in this den of iniquity!?!
Nathaniel (to Aiden): So, we both gonna keep pretending we haven't noticed each other, or can I buy you a drink?
Aiden (to Nathaniel): If I let you buy me a drink, will you finally tell me your name?
Nathaniel (to Aiden): Heh. You'll "let" me buy you one? Hoity toity. You usually have guys falling all over themselves to buy you drinks? Why are you so hung up on my name, anyway?
Aiden (to Nathaniel): ... You offered. I'm sorry I must have misunderstood. I generally like to know the name of my stalkers. It's a funny thing, I know.
Nathaniel (to Aiden): *I'm* the stalker? Really? You frequent this pub often, do you? Heh. ...Two more, please! ... I go by Nate.
Aiden (to Nathaniel): Well, Nate, I've been here quite a few times. I was supposed to be meeting someone but they may have been scared off. It may have something to do with the bloodied CLANNG officer drinking here.
Nathaniel (to Aiden): Yeah, well... Occupational hazard. Anyway, it's not mine. Well, not all of it.
Aiden (to Nathaniel): Well, that would certainly explain the smell... Enjoy your evening, Nate.
Nathaniel (to Aiden): Yeah... Sure. You too. Weird question. You don't have a tattoo of a rampant lion on your chest, do you? Heh. Shit. Think I'm drunk. Never you mind. Night, Lord Wilkes.
Aiden (to Nathaniel): ... How do you know that?
Nathaniel (to Aiden): ...What did you say? Man, didn't your mamma ever tell you that it ain't nice to fuck with crazy people?
Aiden (to Nathaniel): How do you know about my tattoo? Have you been watching me?
Nathaniel (to Aiden): Whoa, whoa, whoa! Back the fuck up by about then steps. Only times I've ever fucking seen you, you know about. I--I don't know. I wasn't even allowed outta the compound until last year. I've just been having these dreams...
Aiden (to Nathaniel): ... Well, that explains ... Absolutely nothing.
Nathaniel (to Aiden): Please fucking tell me you don't have a thistle on the back of your neck, and an anchor on your left arm.
Aiden (to Nathaniel): ... I think I need to drink something much stronger.
Nathaniel (to Aiden): ...You and me both. I haven't had a break or some shit, have I? Jesus... No. I smell too fucking bad for that. Hold on. This shit has to come off...
Aiden (to Nathaniel): ... I think we clearly need to talk... Or possibly other things.
Nathaniel (to Aiden): I don't know what to tell you, Mr. Wilkes. I've had dreams for a long fucking time that I was me, but not. I was someone else. You were there. Or, someone who looks like you... You ain't even paying attention are you?
Aiden (to Nathaniel): Of course, I am. However, we seem to be attracting an audience.
Nathaniel (to Aiden): Yeah, well... Ain't nothing they haven't seen before. C'mon. Let's get the fuck outta here.
Aiden (to Nathaniel): We can go to my place. Mrs. Esterly should be in her apartment by now.
Nathaniel (to Aiden): Inviting me back to your place? Heh. Those rumors I heard about the aristocracy are true. Oh FUCK! ...Heh. When the hell did I get this goddamn drunk?
Aiden (to Nathaniel): I assure you that I don't make a habit of bringing people home. I could just escort you home & then head to my place, if you'd prefer.
Nathaniel (to Aiden): Heh. Calm down... I'm kidding, man. Jokes are like a foreign language to you, ain't they? 'Sides, you couldn't take me home, if you tried... Better or worse, I am where I am. Don't have any place else to be.
Aiden (to Nathaniel): ... I'm a bit confused. Are you coming with me or not?
Nathaniel (to Aiden): Sorry... I am... Heh. Did I mention I'm drunk? I'm waiting for the street to stop fucking spinning.
Aiden (to Nathaniel): Here. Lean on me... I believe the bartender likes you, Nate. He's been over serving you.
Nathaniel (to Aiden): Heh. Yeah. No shit. That's cause I fucked him behind the bar when I was drunk one night. He's hoping I'll do it again. Ouch. Shit. Watch the arm.
Aiden (to Nathaniel): ... Oh. I didn't realize you were in such a state. I should get you some place safe.
Nathaniel (to Aiden): Huh? Oh. Heh. That's not from tonight. That's our dear Director Carver calls a reprimand. It isn't the first time. Tonight was just a nosebleed. Most of the damage happened when Starling got to the poor fucker...
Aiden (to Nathaniel): ... I think you may want to find another line of work.
A short time later, at Aiden's house; New London, Britannia:
Aiden (to Nathaniel): Come on, the guest room should have clean sheets.
Nathaniel (to Aiden): Heh. You say that like I got a choice. What's th' matter? You worried about me? That's fucking adorable... Heh. Yeah. Toe th' line or get fucking gutted. You know any former CLANNG officers? You don't fucking quit CLANNG. 'Specially not when you're Hiiri's special fucking project. I got the scars to prove it.
Aiden (to Nathaniel): There's always a choice... A young woman just yelled at me about that very thing last night.
Nathaniel (to Aiden): You really wanna talk about this, or get nekkid? Cause I gotta say, you're fucking sexy when you're being all concerned... Alright. Alright. Fine. A little... What the fuck IS all over me? Little whatever the hell this is never hurt no one. I mean, probably...
Aiden (to Nathaniel): ... There's a shower in the guest room. I suggest you use it.
Zoe (to Nathaniel): Nate, just take a damn shower. I'll let you have one of my smokes afterwards. I promise it's not of the roll your own variety.
Nathaniel (to Aiden & Zoe): ... What the FUCK is going on here? I... I know you! How the fuck... Who the fuck are you people!?!
Zoe (to Nathaniel): I'm sorry for the trick to bring you here but I needed to see you. I couldn't leave you with Hiiri when I realized where you were... I'm your cousin, Zoe.
Nathaniel (to Zoe): ... I don't have a cousin Zoe. Those are just... I'm a skipper, so I get static, you know? From other realities and shit. hat...that isn't my life. Look, I appreciate all the concern & shit, but I can't stay here. I gotta report in in the morning.
Zoe (to Nathaniel): So... Do you have a stupid fucking tattoo that says broken? Or were you only that schlocky in my timeline?
Nathaniel (to Zoe): ...How the fuck do you know that?
Zoe (to Nathaniel): Because, I'm your cousin... From a different timeline. Hiiri killed my parents & fucked everything up.
Nathaniel (to Zoe): Jesus. I... Hiiri said that I was just picking up memories from my alternate version. I always felt sorry for the poor douche, who was picking up on my memories.
Zoe (to Nathaniel): That's not how it fucking works... I'm so sorry, Nate. We were crossing over together when she changed the timeline...
Aiden (to Zoe): Miss Zoe! Don't say that sort of thing to him. He's still CLANNG.
Nathaniel (to Aiden & Zoe): Fuck off, you stuck up ass! You think I fucking WANTED to do this shit? I already told you: I don't have a fucking choice. Speaking of which, this has been real nice family reunion and all, but I gotta get back. Trust me. You don't fucking want me here when it's time for me to fucking check in.
Aiden (to Nathaniel): I beg your pardon.
Zoe (to Nathaniel): Don't worry, Nate, I'm gonna fix everything. I just wanted to see you. I've missed you.
Nathaniel (to Zoe): Yeah well... Christ! Why the FUCK did you gotta tell me all this for? This shit's hard enough to cope with as is... I gotta go. Later, shortie. (to Aiden) … Really is a shame you were just playing a part. Bye.
Aiden (to Nathaniel): Wait, Nate... It wasn't all an act.
Nathaniel (to Aiden): ...Weren't you the one just bitching that I was CLANNG?
Aiden (to Nathaniel): Yes, but for some reason, I don't like the idea of you being mad at me.
Nathaniel (to Aiden): I... I have no idea what the fuck to say to that.
Aiden (to Nathaniel): How about simply 'come here'?
Nathaniel (to Aiden): Heh. I think I can handle that. C'mere. ... Holy shit. That was... wow. I suppose I could stay a little longer.
Aiden (to Nathaniel): Good... Let's get you cleaned up, first... I have an obscenely large bathtub & I'm a whiz with a scrub brush. ;-)
Nathaniel (to Aiden): Yeah? How can I refuse. Hope that's not the only thing you're a whiz with.
Aiden (to Nathaniel): I'm very glad. Heh, if you're very good, you just might find out. ;-)
Nathaniel (to Aiden): Good? Where the fuck's the fun in that? I know much better way to spend my time.
Aiden (to Nathaniel): I'll hold you to that.., let, me help you with those clothes.
