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Deck | Afternoon | Friday | April 22

Even if it was chillier than previous days, Nathan wasn't going to let that stop him from eating an ice cream cone he'd picked up in town. He'd only had a few bucks on him and ended up having to make the devastatingly difficult choice between ice cream and alcohol. In the end, he'd given his liver a break for the afternoon and gone with the ice cream.

Now, his long limbs were sprawled lazily in a chair, feet up and eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. The clouds overhead would protect his fair skin from a burn even if he hadn't been wearing a soft hoodie and jeans. It was chilly but he was comfortable. He felt good.

Nathan would have liked to say he'd been busy thinking about important things but really, his mind was a complete blank save for the occasional explicit mental image that popped in there. Hey, he was a guy and that happened. He made no apologies for his dirty nature.

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That question was random enough that it actually managed to jostle a laugh out of Warren.

"Birds, no. I've been chased by angry flamingos from the park before, but they didn't catch up." Thank goodness. "You learn to fly with your mouth closed in the summertime if you don't want to swallow too many bugs, though."

In case you were wondering, Nathan.

That was going to be his next question because, well, he thought of weird shit and he'd ridden in a convertible or two in his lifetime to know that bugs were a concern.

"What'd you do to piss off the flamingos?" Nathan asked, shifting his focus to that story easily. "Public urination?"

Of course he'd go there first. Of course.

"Way more impressive wingspan," Warren replied, easily. "I think they were jealous."

Honestly, now. He was a Worthington. He was far too well-bred to go piddling in shrubbery.

"Ah but pissing in public would have been funnier," Nathan said, smirking. Not that it was something he did. Often. Once or twice didn't count.

"I'm starting to get the impression that you might be the proverbial choir boy of goodness," he continued, tapping his chin. "You're making animals jealous? Come on, now."

"You suppose I could stand to be more inclined to mischief?" Warren walked on the wild side, Nathan! Honest! "I haven't really had much in the way of trouble to get into. But I'm sure I could, if I really wanted to."

"You think you could?" Nathan asked and if it sounded challenging, well, he couldn't help it. "That mean you're gonna go annoy those mean ole flamingos again? I bet they're strict disciplinarians, those birds."

They were large and pink and vicious, Nathan. Vicious!

"Oh, come on. I could totally do better than that. Somehow."

... Okay, even Warren was starting to wonder if perhaps the whole 'Angel' thing was disappointingly fitting for him.

"You know, I'd offer my help but I don't know if you could handle my type of trouble."

Of course, his trouble lately had been throwing water balloon condoms at Professor Holmes and sleeping in a hammock at IKEA. He wasn't doing too well with being risky either.

"It's pretty intense."

But now Warren was intrigued! This was somehow a way more effective temptation than the ice cream cone had been, earlier.

"You think so? Try me."

Warren could probably handle water balloon condoms.

Nathan didn't know Warren but he couldn't help feeling amused that he hadn't backed down at all. He didn't think anyone on this tiny island would.

"I got tossed out of the nearby IKEA last week because I crawled into the children's play area because the kids just looked like they were having a ball and I wanted to join in. When the security guard, who obviously got kicked out of the local police academy, arrived, I wouldn't get out and he ended up falling into the ballpit it. Apparently, that's frowned upon."

"There is nothing the matter with security guards falling into ballpits," Warren replied, smirking faintly. "I... don't know if I have a story that's half as colorful as that, though. I think just about the best that I have is that my father doesn't even want me here. And that really only goes so far when it comes to teenage rebellion credibility."

"Yeah, my dad's not even around so daddy issues are something I totally understand," Nathan said agreeably. "Why doesn't he want you here? He afraid that you're gonna knock a girl up without appropriate parental supervision and protection?"

"No, I think he's way more worried about the bad press that his company would get if anyone back home were to find out that his son is a feathered freak of nature."

Warren managed to sound only a little bitter about that. But he shrugged and settled back in his chair and took a deep breath, and lo, he was totally composed again.

"But that's his problem, not mine."

"Fuck him," Nathan said, making a face. "Fuck him. Fuck my dad too. Our respective sperm donors could probably have a good chat but my dad's a poor slob so it doesn't sound like your dad would wanna chat with him either."

Apparently, daddy issues could unite anyone.

"Not really," Warren replied, huffing out another vague idea of a laugh before looking back toward Nathan. "My dad's so self-absorbed that he named his only son after himself. The only time he dares to associate with anyone lower on the social ladder than him is when the press is involved."

And such was the power of the daddy issue.

"But then, if your dad is anything like mine otherwise, maybe it's for the best if they never meet. They might get ideas, or something."

The mention of names made Nathan remember something they hadn't done yet. Leaning forward, he offered his hand up. "Nathan Young, mate. Sorry to hear your dad's such a prick. I know how that feels even if mine's just not around. And really, I'm fine with that too. I don't want his sorry arse around me."

Oh, wow. Warren cocked a grin as he leaned in to shake Nathan's hand right on back.

"Warren Worthington. The Third." Because unoriginal self-absorbed fathers apparently ran in Warren's family. "What is it with dads, anyhow? It seems like most of the people I've met around here either have no dad, or a pretty crappy one."

Daddy issues made the world go 'round? Nathan snickered at the thought and shook his head.

"I guess it's the perfect setup for some teenage angst, isn't it?" Nathan guessed, making a face. "Take the dad out of the picture and boom, instant teenage melodrama that fucks you up whether you like it or not. It's a shitty way to do things."

"Keeps things interesting? I guess that's one way to look at it," Warren mused. "But like you said... It's shitty. But at least with any luck it'll be a good way to make sure that we're careful not to be as bad at it, if we ever grow up to be dads ourselves."

Warren wasn't exactly in a hurry to do any of that. That said, he was pretty fond of the kids that he'd ended up with, on that weekend where they'd all crashed the island.

"Oh god, the kid that showed up for me was a demon," Nathan said, laughing before he thought to say, "Not an actual demon. She just had...her mother's attitude. It was kind of fucking scary, to be honest."

"Oh, man. I don't think either of my kids were all that bad, but I'm still not sure what the boy's real name was," Warren replied, biting his lip to stifle a grin. "I really don't think my girlfriend and I would have really named a kid 'Nommy.'"

Though, just as long as it wasn't 'Warren,' he probably would have been okay with that.

"...wow, that's almost as bad as my kid, name wise," Nathan shared with a snort of laughter. "It was pronounced Kiva but it had all kinds of random letters in there. She spelled it once and I felt like I'd just taken a math test afterward."

"I'm... trying to come up with silent letters to stick in that name now," Warren admitted, raising his eyebrows a little. "I'm picturing, like, an H and a bunch of Es and maybe a Y or two for good measure."

Kheeyvea? Keehvhayayayayah...?

"Oh mate, it's even worse," he said and tried to remember how that kid's name had been spelled. "C-A-I-O-M-H-E. And that is one hundred percent honesty right there. It's apparently an Irish name which fits since I am but wow."

Warren was staring. That didn't even make sense!

"Gaelic is so, so freaking weird."

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