"It's alright Mel,at least he's honest.I like a drunk who speaks his mind."Nathan speaks calmly,but anyone who can hear him can hear the edge in his voice.
Henry downs another glassful,then stands straight and turns to face Nathan.The slimy journo tilts his head back to stare into the taller mans dark eyes.The light bouncing off the stuff on top of Nathans head which looks more gel than human hair,gives Henry a headache.Or maybe it's all that booze.Nah,must be the light.
"I'm going to get some air."he growls.
Nathan flinches slightly as the big man talks.He doesn't move as Henry raises his hand,pointing the fag at the journalists chest.Slowly,deliberately,he stabs it forward,then rubs it against Nathans immaculate suit,stubbing it out.
He drops the crumbled filter on Nathans shoe,then walks through him to the door.Melanie calls after him,sounding a little concerned and very !*&@ed off.For the first time in a fair while,he ignores her.
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