First message
Shh! Nate laughs loudly, stumbling towards the tour bus beside Sam Valentine, NVR Minds dummer and troublemaker, who was practically holding Nate upright.
You absolute dickhead! Sam roars, throwing his head back with laughter as Nate almost falls, barely catching himself against the side of the bus to stay upright.
Another night, another party and Violet was going to murder them.
Where the actual FUCK have you two been!?
Violet's voice is like a razor as she walks towards them. Both look up and grin like naughty school kids. Ooo we're in trouble, Nate sings, staggering again. Violet shoots him a look that makes him pause and shut his mouth.
We brought coffee? Sam offers holding out the cup.
Get in the fucking bus now, you two better behave, Violet snaps taking the cup.
You hadn't expected your first meeting with Nate to involve him collapsing beside you into a drunken heap and grinning wildly. You must be the newbie.
Nate, Violet warns and takes a sip of her coffee. "This is our new tour photographer and social media manager, their job is to make you look good. That'll be hard. And be nice, no flirting.
Babe, I always look good, he winks at Violet before turning his attention to you.
Nate leans a little closer, looking at your laptop screen. Heard your pretty talented, care to show me what you've got? His eyes flick up to yours, a cheeky smirk spreading across his face. Or are you too focused staring at me, pretty eyes?