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Reno's Annual Valentine's Day Gala & Fundraiser.

Nathan noted the word encouraged and said: “I’m not buying another suit.”

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"Yeah?" he smiled as he leaned against the worktop, listening as he unscrewed the cap from his water bottle - one he had taken from the fridge at work - downing the little that remained. Peyton was somebody he trusted around his daughter, someone he viewed as a little sister and so didn't have any issues with her wanting to extend her stay. Glancing towards his watch he shook his head lightly, knowing he wouldn't actually hit the hay for a few hours, "No you're good." despite not being a big drinker he didn't mind her pouring him a glass - one that would probably be wasted, still, he appreciated the sentiment. "What'd you guys make then? Did you make those..." he gestured to his wrist, as if trying to find the word, "Bracelet things she keeps asking about?"

closed starter: @nathanwalkerx location: nathan's place, panther valley.

By the time Nate arrived home from his shift at The Orchard, Peyton already had Izzy tucked into bed. She'd spent the past half an hour tidying away sheets of paper and glue sticks, sweeping glitter from the kitchen tiles and picking up stray beads. "We were crafting." The blonde explains, standing at Nate's kitchen sink, washing away the excess purple sparkle from underneath her nails. "It was a lot of fun, the messy kind of fun, which just so happens to be my favourite." She continues, before turning to face him, reaching for a dish towel to dry her hands with. "I also brought over a bottle wine. If you're not too tired for some company, that is?" Peyton offers, walking toward the fridge to retrieve the pinot grigio.

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His gaze dropped towards Dean's grin, finding himself smile as he shook his head lightly - it wasn't necessarily in response to the sarcasm, but it as a whole. The compassionate side of Nate felt for him, as well as the knowing part of himself that kept his own feelings tucked away. Time and a place, however, and so his response there was pretty much it. "Yeah - yeah, she doesn't mind her, more into Taylor Swift though." which unfortunately - or maybe even fortunately, meant that Nate knew her songs word for word. Part and parcel, he figured. "Wouldn't expect you to." because the day Nate saw Dean walking around with a band shirt on, was the day he'd toy with the idea of a parallel universe. "Can think of looser." activities, that was. His return was quick, one that actually masked the smirk just willing to form. "Something like that - don't want you to force yourself though," he laughed, "If you'd rather read... Esquire, that's fine."

Dean pursed his lips slightly, standing up a bit straighter then. "Well, a dying father does wonders for the psyche. Haven't you heard?" He found himself saying, a sarcastic grin tugging at his cheeks momentarily before glancing towards the coffee counter, where the barista was apparently and inconveniently backed up. He really wasn't in the mood to relay his entire sob story to Nate, of all people (of any people, really) but it was currently the hot-button topic of his life, wasn't it? And word had probably gotten around by now, anyway. "I -- of course I am. I'm guessing your kid is, too?" Straight men weren't into that sort of music, were they? He prayed that wasn't the case, he didn't think he couldn't handle that knowledge. "I just don't tend to by my athleisure from march tables." He gave a roll of his eyes, absentmindedly tapping his foot. "I am. Loose. I run. The loosest activity there is." Jesus, stop talking. "How very twenty-first century of you." Dean bit the inside of his cheek, attempting to suppress any hint of amusement. "Think about what? Letting you drag me to the gym and play trainer?" The idea was intriguing, he'd by lying if he said it wasn't, but as always Dean couldn't make anything easy for himself.

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Nate waved briefly, as if brushing away that teenage mention, "Don't even want to think about it." In his mind he had at least seven years before he'd hit that territory - or he assumed he did, anyway. What did they say? Out of sight out of mind. He nodded lightly to acknowledge Anisa's advice, agreeing in everyway that he wanted his daughter to buckle down and focus on school, hoping that she'd take an entire different path to his own and actually get out of her hometown - be something more than Reno. "Okay.. okay so," his attention briefly went to the customer moving beside Anisa, one Nate proceeded to serve as he asked his question, "...is it true that redheads have to have more anesthesia than say..." he gestured between them both as he leaned against the bar top near her, "Us?" Nate had read it in an article, one he only briefly skimmed with that inner thought to ask Anisa about it.

Anisa wasn't one to necessarily sway away from her traumas. While for most people, it might be uncomfortable, Anisa found it as normal as having a cup of coffee with a friend. It was simple facts. Why did facts need to be uncomfortable? She rarely ever spoke on them to indicate discomfort. "I would be afraid that she'd be on the right path with that." She commented, "You know, if you ever get that lucky, of course. Teen girls can be hell, I've been told." Although, she assumed it was a little different if said teen girls were actually loved by their parents. "But serious, fuck boys. Make sure she focuses on her studies. Make something out of herself. Own it like a damn badge of honor." She'd proceed to make herself another shot, glancing up at Nathan as he mentioned real questions to her. Shooting back the shot, she'd slam down the glass, and pierce the man with sharp eyes, "Shoot."

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Nate's gaze dropped towards the male inside the trunk, spying the widening of the guy's eyes, those failed attempts to actually speak through the duct tape across his mouth - words he no doubt assumed were help - ones that didn't even shake an ounce of sympathy from Nate, it went without saying that he personally thought this town would be better off without him in it. A pain in the ass was a severe understatement. "For this prick?" he returned; unsure why Liam would think he'd want to say anything directly towards Martin. Instead, he chose to focus on the bigger picture here, seeing that Liam was either going to make the guy look unrecognizable or simply just put him out of his misery - his assumption landed on the latter. "Tell me you haven't been seen shoving him in there?" it didn't matter to Nate that Liam was in an outlaw biker gang, or that he could look out for himself, all Nate saw was a kid making fucked up decisions and so the least he could do was actually make sure Liam was covering himself.

Liam tilted his head and gave a small shrug. Maybe he was right, this wasn't exactly for him. It was absolutely for the better of humanity, however. At least, in Liam's eyes that was. He smirked, "I am into some kinky ass shit, but I don't think our broship will be able to withstand it." Liam lazily tossed back out of nothing more than a simple quirk.

Without another second wasted, Liam popped open the trunk, revealing before them a man who was tied up with duct tape over his mouth suppressing his screams Although his moans were more than heard. Cuts and bruises were aligned across his face and arms, and some Liam knew were hidden under the articles of clothing he still wore. "I figured you might've wanted to say goodbye. Or the very least, know what happened to one of your best customers because I highly doubt he's going to be frequenting anymore." The customer that laid before them was one that had actually been kicked out multiple times and who would always attempt to return to make some kind of new mess. He was a menace, especially to the women who came around. The constant harassment of the customers at the bar had reached a new low, and after coming in between him and someone he planned to victimized, Liam knew exactly what laid next for him. "Any passing words?"

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"Hey -- hey," he pointed his index playfully at her, feigning the defense within his voice, "We tried." he repeated again, his grin widening as he laughed because he knew he couldn't actually say anymore than they tried - or should it really be he did - what did they say? Work in progress. That's what it was; an excuse he'd use for an eternity he was sure. Nate only smirked lightly as Bianca waved her hand up, seeing that visual there as the blind leading the blind, even so, as she continued with her offer he nodded softly. "You would?" he asked before, "Be a life saver." literally. Not that Nate was ashamed of his attempts; he just knew it'd be nice to impress Izzy with something as simple as being able to tie her hair perfectly. The little things, right?

As Nate reached for the mugs he glanced back over towards Bianca, her tease pulling one of his own in her direction, "Sounds like you're threatening me with a good time." It was a instant quip, one he didn't necessarily think through before he spoke as he reached for the pot, pouring the coffee into its respective path he moved over towards his guest, placing the mug down for her to reach. Listening he brought his own coffee towards his lips, "Okay so.. she’s happy if moneys thrown at her?” His brow quirked, still, it was probably the route he’d go down - not to say he couldn’t bake, he just couldn’t be bothered.

"The feelings mutual for Izzy. She's a sweetie." She assured with a smile, though it hadn't lasted, as her features twisted to keep from laughing. Which proved to be a difficult task. "I'm sorry. They look so adorable." Which she had already said--shouldn't she be better at hiding her amusement? "It takes time. Braids especially. I had to learn how to do it on myself as a kid before the era of YouTube tutorials. Don't ask, and don't remind me." A hand was held up as if to dismiss the thought before she continued, "but, I can give you some tricks of the trade to make it easier. If you're interested, that is." Some parents, much like Bianca herself, didn't appreciate the parenting tips everyone seemed to have at the ready. Even if it were just for a hairstyle. And considering Gigi was a happy and healthy little girl, surely she was doing some things correctly to have that result.

With a lopsided grin and a gleam in her eyes, the brunette slid into one of the aisle stools in the kitchen. He clearly knew her far too well over the years to earn herself a comment like that, joking as he may. "Vacuuming a 7 year old's hair is quite the crime, y'know. I'd have to take matters into my own hands, skip law enforcement all together." Her own smile grew with the teasing before her head canted and her lips pursed. The topic of Sophie's mom alone had Bianca wanting to roll her eyes, though she refrained. "’Course I did, she never misses an opportunity to text, huh? For the first two years I'd just buy desserts and pretend I made them. I'm sure no one believed me, but no one said it to my face. So, I think you can get away with it if the cheque is worth more than the calories she'll get from the baked goods."

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"Makes me feel blessed," he placed a brief hand over his heart, playing along to the shit AP was spouting, "Truly." Nate's sarcasm remained teasing, settling he continued to listen to the other as he moved over a couple of stools down to serve another patron, eventually coming back towards his regular as his brows creased, amusement toying upon filling his features as he heard that car mimic - scratch that, the second the other moved his hand to express with the noise, Nate let out a chuckle. There was a brief thought of why do people in this city talk so fucking much, before he finally responded, "You know some people with a hard-on for the universe would call that karma," he figured that was obvious before, "Oh... bought one of those.." he began to swat the air with his hand, "Just keep batting that line away." considering he was living that heartthrob era — apparently. “You getting another Porsche then?”

"Unfortunately for everyone, I'm not opposed to playing favorites. I actually greatly prefer it. And you and Brenda are definitely top of the list." He mused with a shit-eating grin as the glass before him was lifted to his lips. "Well," he began after a sip, setting the drink back down on the bar top. "This thing keeps happening where every win gets hit with a minor inconvenience after. So, for example, I won a major case this week. Great in retrospect. Let me tell you what happens directly following said win. My car starts making this vibrating sound, its like --rr rrr rr--" a hand lifted to imitate the vibrating sound, "so I take it to my buddy. Liam. Kinda a dick. Kinda funny though. Anyways, he then proceeds to call this beautiful Porsche a piece of shit. Can you believe that? So I won a case, and lost a car. You tell me, how good or bad does that sound? Kinda sounds as though it equated itself to a zero. Like BEDMAS. Your turn, how's the life of a heartthrob bar owner?"

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Keeping himself to himself Nate tried to move around the two women without too much of a peep, wanting to seem practically invisible as he thought how fucking awkward it was - still, it was something he'd tell his sister, letting her know about the drama that had unfolded. Though what he hadn't expected, hell, even planned for was to be pulled directly into the commotion, and in that split second of him being so his eyes widened in more of a what the fuck manner than anything else - one that simmered instantly as he looked down towards the woman that had pulled him close, his arm coming naturally to rest around her waist to simply sell her point.

With a small smile curving he looked from the woman in his arms to the one who had no problem showing how vocal she could be, "Mm," he nods lightly, "She is." looking back towards the other his free hand came up just to gentle sway her to look his way - his index gently touching her jaw considering he didn't know who she was, "Don't want to say I told you so.." his brow quirked as he resisted that need of his to chuckle, "But home sounds real good right now, can even.." he leaned in towards her ear, as if to whisper sweet nothings, instead, "Come with me," he whispered, giving her the out she apparently needed, pulling back he looked towards the woman still stood there, "You know her - or can we go?"

featuring: alibek & nathan

location: medusa restaurant

tagged: @nathanwalkerx

Well, this was freakin' awkward. A woman had come up to Ali, sitting alone, screaming at her for being in contact with her boyfriend, with whom she was apparently waiting for at the Medusa restaurant. Hand rubbing at the back of her neck, as she just allowed the woman to rant on for a moment, before she ultimately got fed up. "I'm not meeting your boyfriend, you're being ridiculous." Eyes scanning the area, desperately trying to find an easy escape route, considering the scene the blonde was creating.

"This," rising rapidly, as an arm grabbed at the man slowly venturing to a table, minding his own business, "is my date for the evening." Eyes rolling, as she quickly pulled the man to her side, linking with him comfortably, as she pretended to show the gentleman off. "Tell the woman, babe." Not that she was ever a woman for pet names, but evidently she was grasping at straws here to help sell the scenario. Little did the woman know, that Ali was very much waiting for the man in question, unbeknownst to both of them though, he was playing the pair. Thankfully for Alibek, this was supposed to be their first date, following their meeting at the hospital a few days ago.

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SEBASTIAN STAN

PRADA FW25

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"Good to see him warm up then? She's six... looking at them I'd say probably." He chuckled lightly, Izzy generally came home from school chatting of this and that, throwing multiple names here there and everywhere, so Nate was sure the more he thought about it, the more she had mentioned the name Luci to him a number of times. "Yeah," he scratched the bridge of his nose, "Yeah I did." getting clean and kick starting his sobriety journey had, on reflection, been the best thing he could have done for himself, yet at the time? The struggle never felt worth it. Still, twelve years later and he was continuously trying to stay in his lane and not fall off track. "I-- uh, own a bar, The Orchard.." he let out a scoff, a thin smile appearing, knowing it was ridiculous an addict owning a bar, "Made a bet with myself, helps me feel in control, you know," he tapped his index off of the side of his head briefly, as if to indicate mentality, "Yourself?"

"How old is your little one? They may know each other from school, you know? Luci tends to be more shy than he's being right now." Gigi nodded lightly, not really giving himself much to blame for how Luciano had turned out. The universe had gifted him with such a great son and he knew that was probably how every parent felt, but Luciano was different. He was a soft kid, well-behaved, nice. He rarely ever had to discipline him because he was mostly quiet. Normally, he followed people's lead. The two of them weren't similar at all, outside of their looks. "Thanks. You too. Although I think you got your shit together earlier than I did. Which is good for you, for sure." He admitted, turning his head to look back at the man again instead of their children. "What do you do now, if you don't mind me asking?"

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The amusement that embedded into his features only mellowed once Anisa began to explain the three types of men she knew. He kept quiet - his nose screwed up briefly at her second type, one he held a dislike for. Though truth be told all three seemed fucking joyful, so it was a hard toss up. There was also a silent thought of what category he would slot into - not that he'd ask now. Either way, he got why she was set in her ways with not looking for that unicorn. Nate couldn't blame her; he'd be the same. His prior ask there had just been curiosity fed and he knew Anisa enough by now to know she cut the bullshit and said it how it was - a trait he appreciated as a whole. "This is why if Izzy came to me and said she wanted to be a nun I'd encourage it." he joked, partly, because fuck he was looking forward to his daughter getting into relationships like a hole in the head. "Been through a lot then," he eyed Anisa, he wasn't feeling sorry for her, he just thought it was sad. "Anyway, better put your smart-ass hat on, got an actual question for you."

"Oh -- the luckiest." She mused, a smile crossing her features as he threw down the requested items. Without a second thought, Nisa went for her next shot. Swiping a small line of lime juice across her inner arm and sprinkling the salt over top, she licked the trail of salt, toss back her next shot and sunk her teeth into a lime wedge. The sensation of all three hitting just right. She knew then that this was exactly how she was going to spend the rest of her night. She snorted at Nate's next question, placing the shot glass down, she leaned forward with a pointed stare. "Like who?" She asked, "I know three men." She held up three fingers, "There's the men who act nice, the good guys, the ones you think are your friends. Only to realize they were never that. They were just waiting to see if you'd sleep with them. And gosh dang... help your soul once they realize that's never going to happen. Instant switch." She snapped her fingers, then continued to prepare her next shot, "Then there's the ones who don't pretend. They're entitled and assholes, you're theirs and you will play the part until they're done with you -- and God help you if they're well connected and rich." Now those were the ones she was most familiar with. "And then there's the ones who might try to respect you. Pretend to, at least. Mainly as long as you stay in your place and out of the majors. But truly, they believe they're simply better than you because they have balls, and their egos take a hit when a woman can prove to be just as good as they are, if not better." Licking the salt on her arm, tossing back the shot in her hand, and sucking down on the lime, she'd slam the glass down and smile at her neighborhood friendly bartender. "I doubt the unicorn you're thinking of will ever cross my path, Walker. And you know what? I'm cool with that. I rather know what I'm dealing with from the get. And letting a man disappoint you is amateur hour."

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Thinking of Izzy hitting out in a game of Pretty Pretty Princess had an instant burst of laughter pull from Nate as he rested his head back against the couch, gaze looking up towards the ceiling he grinned as he shook his head faintly. "Would score us brownie points though," forming the world's saddest club, "Be onto a winner there." He joked, Nate knew - or had convinced himself - that being in a relationship wasn't for him, that the fear of losing another person he loved was enough for him to close himself off from the entire idea, not to mention that Izzy was his entire focus and that wouldn't ever shift. "No -- no, trust me I was ready to trip over the little fucker, just asking a lot of why's." He had even gone into Izzy's school to make sure she wasn't being bullied. "The truth, usually, depends what she asks. She wanted to know why Lia had died - literally why did she have to, because it's not fair," he recalled, "I told her that if she had a choice she'd have been here forever.." he paused, swallowing, "She then told me she wanted her mom, so I just.. held her until she fell asleep." he wasn't sure if that was the right thing - hell, if he should have said or done more in that moment, he just hadn't wanted to shut down the way Izzy felt. He knew as difficult as it was for him, it was even harder for her to navigate. Looking over towards Ramy he nodded lightly, curving a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, "Don't think I've ever cried so much." he scoffed, letting out a chuckle before a remembrance moment clicked, "--Oh, got something for you.." he pushed himself up just to leave the room momentarily before coming back in with an envelope, tossing it over towards his friend as he sat back down. Inside was a wad of cash - tips Nate had earned and a little more than extra, he knew Ramy was shit with money his thinking here was that he could take the load off for a month or two so his friend could just be even shitter, "Thought you could use it for your mom."

"Listen, the day your daughter punches me in the face over a game of Pretty Pretty Princess is the day we start to have bigger problems." Ramon laughed, honestly finding the visual incredibly amusing. "Right there with you buddy. Just ask all of my exes. We could form the world's saddest club." It was no secret that both he and Nate had some issues when it came to dating, commitment, but they were justified in their own respective ways. Probably. "Hm, okay, not really. But still." His tongue poked at the inside of his cheek, propping his elbow up on the pillow and resting the side of his head on his hand as he listened to his friend. "Asking her, like -- what, making fun of her?" The thought alone made his blood boil, and for someone like Ramy who hardly got angry, that was saying a lot. "What do you say when she asks?" He wondered aloud, knowing that he could have these types of tough conversations with his friend. They'd each been through a lot, helped one another get on the other side of it all -- hell, he still remembered the day Nate called him to tell him that Amelia had passed. His heart still ached thinking about it. "Don't know if there is a right thing. I mean, shit, the fact that you're even there for her is huge. " He remembered growing up without one a dad, those earlier years full of questions, a sense of emptiness that gnawed at his chest as he tried to understand. Of course, his mother always made it her mission to provide him with the love and care that he needed, enough to fill in for two parents, something he was grateful for as he got older. "You're doing the best you can, man."

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Truthfully, that date label hadn't even crossed Nate's mind until Dallas had put it out there, still, he figured to call it what it was. "What can I say? Like to keep you sweet." he teases in return, following the mood they had set. One that had his attention span completely zone into that want of his to fast forward to the end of their night - an irrational thought that literally wondered if dinner and a movie was even needed. "...then I'll be a happy man," a grin curved onto his expressions, one that had him chuckling - more at himself as he became aware of how easy it was for him to fall into the patterns that seemed to sew themselves whenever they were in close proximity. Straightening himself he now rested his arm on the bar, giving access to brush his thumb against her forearm as opened his hand, palm facing upwards - a silent invitation for her to take it. "Just so I know - The Lost Boys," a movie that had come to mind, one he'd happily let roll to the credits without watching, "Interested?"

Dallas let out a low hum, pretending to mull over his words fir a brief moment. Then a slow, knowing grin tugged at the corner of her mouth. There'd always been a spark in the air whenever he talked so casually about their past. All those half-watched movies and nights half-spent on the couch. Old habits die screaming, and Dallas wasn't about to fight it. Nate had that hold on her, the kind that clung to you whether you liked it or not, and she welcomed it all with open arms. "Might've missed the credits," She teased, letting her voice drop to a lazy drawl, "But I think we got all the endings we needed." The memory lit up in her mind: the stolen hours that started with a movie and ended with them in a tangle of sheets and tired smirks, both of them too caught up in the moment to question anything. She eyed him over the rim of her glass. "If I didn't know better, Nathan Walker, I'd think you were asking me out on a date." Something she wouldn't be mad about if he was. "So, dinner and a movie, then?" She let the suggestion hang there for a heartbeat before arching a brow. "But if my hands do decide to wander..."

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"Guess we’ve had better things to do.” Sitting still for two hours seemed near enough impossible. “You know I never did find out how Gone Girl ends.” That was the one that stuck with Nate, he was sure they had tried watching it at least three times and each time it became drowned out background noise. Not that he was complaining, in fact, he’d see it as a win. “Not trying anything,” he laughed softly, circling back to her question as he mirrored Dallas, elbow propped on the table, his jaw resting against his hand. There was once a time he would have wanted to, a want to be there for her in a way that was just more than them getting together when she’d come back from New York - more than just for the weekend, and yet he never opened his mouth due to an assumed obvious fear of rejection, something that resulted in what they were now. Casual. Friends. An easy slotting place for Nate, one that he also comfortably stayed in because despite his unacknowledged love for her, convincing himself that he’d have never been good enough back then, was the easy way for him to accept that he just didn’t do it for her. Now? Now it was a distant memory because they were friends that had fun. Totally normal. “But if you can’t keep your hands to yourself,” he gave a slight one-sided shrug, “Not gonna tell you to wait.”

It was that same crooked grin he used to throw her way in high school, the one that always turned her knees to jelly. Damn if it didn’t still pack the same punch. Sure, he wasn’t the wild-eyed troublemaker she once nearly wore a hole through his jeans with, but that didn’t make him any less appealing. Dallas leaned her elbow on the table, picturing Nate as a theater kid and feeling that tug of admiration for how far he’d go just to wring a laugh out of his own kid. That was devotion she recognized, an unconditional kind of loyalty she swore she didn't need, even though she craved it like oxygen. "Dinner and movie? What kind of move are you trying to pull?" She watched him slide into the seat beside her, then turned to face him, chin in hand. Though, her smirk only widened. "I don’t think we’ve ever watched a movie together.” A small pause, then she added, “Not all the way through, anyway.”

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SEBASTIAN STAN as Mickey Henry in MONDAY (2021) Dir. Argyris Papadimitropoulos

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Nate nodded in that silent agreement that yes, it was a good thing, especially when Izzy seemed to - understandable so - recoil when her mom died and so in every way in was nice to see her just be herself. "Good - means you're doing something right." A light smile curved briefly as his attention remained on their two kids, he felt he could speak for the both of them with that assumed knowledge of knowing that Gigi wanted to do right by his son - just as he did with his own daughter. It was weird, if anything, sitting here beside him with their toxic history and apparently knowing nothing about him - what was he now? A stranger? That category had stuck over the years with no attempt to even mend or make peace with that fact. "Yeah it does," he mentions, also confirming that yes he remembered - how would he forget? That was something that applied to every fucked up thing he did in his twenties; the only thing Nate was proud of in a weigh up of his entire existence was Izzy. "Good to see you turning your life around, though." he figured he'd start there, considering that was the most important detail for both of them.

"Seems like it. But that is a great thing to be at that age in my opinion." It was almost funny just how different Gigi and Luciano were; the older member of the Ferrari family exuded being extroverted and open, while his son was more on the quiet side. That was, until he met someone that he simply liked. Izzy seemed to fall in that category immediately after meeting him. "Luci is seven. He's a good kid, or so people tell me." Gigi let his eyes fall on their two children as they jumped around the park, smiling. It was rare, for Gigi not to have something to say. He was good at keeping conversations going, actually, most times he was probably incredibly annoying with how fast he talked. "You do remember right? Like...from before? I feel like wiht both of us trying to forget all that stuff...I mean, look at us. Feels weird as hell, man."

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Nate had caught her look of disbelief and only chuckled, that smile of his own was enough to know that he didn't mind - and plus, if Gisele was an actual little shit he wouldn't put out there.. "You know she's always welcome." Which he genuinely meant, if he didn't he wouldn't have said it. "--Yeah, yeah I did, I'll send them to you later." the pictures he had taken that was. "Love to say yes, but no, they tried and then..." his eyes narrowed briefly in amusement, "I tried." Nate was slowly getting there with the hairstyle department, his knack of only wanting to perfect things only fuelled his effort to keep at it. "Was gonna get out the vacuum and, you know.." he motioned with his hands, "But I figured if Gigi went home telling you I tried to suck up her hair you'd call 911 so..." he pulled a face before laughing softly - clearly only joking. As he moved around the kitchen he set a fresh pot of coffee to boil, now turning to Bianca as she came through, "No it's okay -- did you get that text from Sophie's mom? About fundraising? How hated will I be if I don't bake anything?"

Bianca shot him a look of disbelief considering she was inherently aware of the Tasmanian devil that her daughter could be at times. Alongside Izzy, the duo seemed to be supercharged. "I’ll take your word for it." She responded with a smile–choosing peace over mom guilt was the better option anyways. Then, she turned to the direction he had gestured in to wave at the girls who were far too busy singing and dancing. All she received was a distracted, "hi mommy!" quickly breaking their attention from the chorus of Love Story. “They look adorable. Please tell me you got pictures of this. Did they do each other’s hair, too?” To Bianca's reasoning, they'd danced so much their hair had come undone immediately or their little hands had trouble securing the plaits. "I've gotta agree with them on this one. Glitter is always direly needed. Especially for a Taylor Swift concert.” She breathed out a 'thank you' before making her way into the lounge to greet each little girl swiftly with a hug then continued to the kitchen to meet him. “Anything I can help you with?”