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Posted by Megan on Feb 13, 2013 16:17:11 GMT -6
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Mar 30, 2021 23:32:37 GMT -6
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Stewing in her own misery for a while, the twenty-three year old went over all of her options again. Two were completely off the table, which left very few remaining. Raise the kid on her own, or... or give over the parenting option to someone else. Hell, she couldn't even have a child around Greg without having to worry about him eating it!
Raising her head once more, she fixed watery eyes and drawn together brows on Nate. "... What do you want to do...?" He was, after all, the other half of this problem.
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Grinning, she shrugged bare shoulders and tucked her hands into her dress pockets again. "I've never really been a fan of dates, so the more its not like one, the more comfortable I am going to be."
She paused, thinking it over, and grinned. "A small drink wouldn't hurt, though." Sauntering further into the place, she parked herself on the couch. "...got any games?"
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Feb 27, 2023 9:32:48 GMT -6
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What did he want to do? How the hell was he supposed to answer that question? Was he ready for a baby? He was just hitting his stride as a teacher. And beyond all that, what was going to happen now with Sarah?
Nate sighed heavily.
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There were positives to Megan, and chief among those involved her casual, almost entirely anti-romantic demeanor. Nate was not looking for something cute, especially not with someone who already had dangerous tendencies. As far as he was concerned, hanging out, goofing off, and maybe a reckless fling would be just fine by him.
"Games? Nate thought about it as he opened up a bottle of wine, even if it would do little for Megan beyond tasting good. "Let's see. I have... well, Monopoly." Except the last time he played Monopoly, it was with Quin, so that seemed counterproductive. "But that'll just end with us shouting about boardwalk and Free Parking."
Thinking about games in his apartment that did not have the taint of ex-memories, the list was more limited. "Let's see... I have a deck of cards," like any good conman, "or... Battleship, I think?" He handed her a glass of wine and strolled to the closet where the cards and the board games were held.
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