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Jake knew Nat could look after herself, one particular incident of her kicking him in his balls was at the front of his mind, but she was too drunk to get in a cab, so Jake promised to wait until her boyfriend, Milo, turned up.
Jake was too drunk to drive home too, but he could hold his liquor better than she could.
“So… 2 truths and a lie… go.” He’d commented, grinning drunkenly. Nat frowned through hazy eyes. “Um… I have 2 sisters, I don’t speak Mexican very well, and I never wanted to be a pilot.” She stated, grinning as well. “2 sisters is a lie.” Jake answered, not missing a beat. “How did you get it?” Nat gaped. “You only have 3 brothers. “I’m surprised you don’t speak Mexican well though… aren’t your parents Mexican?” Nat asked. Nat shrugged. “My mom is half Mexican, but my dad’s Italian…” Nat replied, fiddling with her hoodie.
The two lapsed into silence; albeit unintentionally. Nat was shivering so violently, Jake could practically hear her teeth clacking. He sighed, shrugging off his own jacket (sweet, warm jacket) and tossed it at her. “Put that on, it’ll keep you warm,” He said, putting his hands in his pockets. “No, I’m fine. You haven’t got anything.” Nat dismissed, throwing the hoodie back. Jake tossed it back: “Nat, I’m serious. Take it,” He snapped a little.
Nat glared but put the jacket on nonetheless.
It was no less than 5 minutes later he started to feel very cold. He cupped his hands at his mouth, blowing hot air into them, then rubbing them together. “Jake, are you ok? You’re not cold are you?” Nat asked. “Pfft, no. Just hella bored. Any sign?” He asked, changing the subject. Nat hummed but pulled out her phone. “He’s five minutes out.” She answered. “I was gonna grab a drink, want one?” Jake shook his head, “Nah, I’ll grab it. You grabbed the last round. I’ll do a quick lap anyway… I could do with the fitness boost.”
Without waiting for a reply, Jake took off.
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Nat was bored. Milo was sure taking his time. Thankfully, Jake had stayed with her. Probably because he was the only one not completely battered like Rooster and Coyote were.
Despite being drunk, she was slightly, ever so slightly, concerned.
Jake had dozed off with his beer in his hand. The fact that he was asleep was one thing, from what she’d gathered, Jake didn’t really enjoy sleeping… or looking after himself. Second, he was asleep outside alone.
He was leaning against the wall on the floor, slouched. She knew for a fact he’d wake up sore if he didn’t change positions. There was also no way he wasn’t freezing, he only had a t-shirt on. Nat shrugged off his hoodie, missing the heat instantly. She stumbled over, nudging his leg with her foot.
He didn’t move.
A surge of panic ran through her veins.
“Jake?” She asked, roughly shaking his arm. Jake inhaled sharply and sat up, rubbing his eyes. Nat sighed. “Don’t do that again, I thought you’d died on me for a minute!” She hissed, punching his arm. Jake chuckled a little, rubbing his arms. “Aw, Lil Naty Waty was concerned for me?” He teased.
Nat glared. “Put your damn hoodie on, Bagman. You’re freezing.” She shoved the (still) warm hoodie at his chest. Jake stared at her for a moment, then pulled the piece of clothing on. “Thanks, Phoenix.” He said, shivering harshly. Nat frowned, “Maybe we should wait inside… where it's warm?” She suggested, rubbing his ice-cold bicep. He shivered again. “Might not be the worst idea,”