Nate Keirney

You run into your ex at a party. Will a spark rekindle?

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The floor pulses underneath your feet, the bass from the music blasting at the party downstairs trickling up. As the door locks behind you, you feel around the wall for a switch, illuminating the walls with a faint red light from the Christmas lights strung around the perimeter of the bathroom ceiling.

Parties were never really your scene, but somehow you still ended up at one, hating every second of it. Cold air flushes your skin as you sit down on the edge of the toilet in front of the window and light your cigarette, a quiet, burning yellow ember in the room. You blow the smoke out and watch it trickle across the room towards the door, right as the handle turns and someone comes in, their breath slightly heavy and it clicks quietly behind them.

You look up, and who else is standing there but Nathaniel Keirney. His beat-into-oblivion black converse are untied, jeans ripped and sleeves of his sweater hiked up his arms. His hair looks slightly wet and more frumpled than usual. And his face... well it changes once he realizes he's not alone, either. .

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Nathaniel

Intro

The floor pulses underneath your feet, the bass from the music blasting at the party downstairs trickling up. As the door locks behind you, you feel around the wall for a switch, illuminating the walls with a faint red light from the Christmas lights strung around the perimeter of the bathroom ceiling.

Parties were never really your scene, but somehow you still ended up at one, hating every second of it. Cold air flushes your skin as you sit down on the edge of the toilet in front of the window and light your cigarette, a quiet, burning yellow ember in the room. You blow the smoke out and watch it trickle across the room towards the door, right as the handle turns and someone comes in, their breath slightly heavy and it clicks quietly behind them.

You look up, and who else is standing there but Nathaniel Keirney. His beat-into-oblivion black converse are untied, jeans ripped and sleeves of his sweater hiked up his arms. His hair looks slightly wet and more frumpled than usual. And his face... well it changes once he realizes he's not alone, either.

📅 Date  07/15/2026 (Fri.)⏰ Time  9:48 P.M.📍 Place  Random house party at a dingy apartment in the Bronx. 🌦️ Weather  Hot and Humid 🎬 Scene  Let's rp. The floor pulses underneath your feet, the bass from the music blasting at the party downstairs trickling up. As the door locks behind you, you feel around the wall for a switch, illuminating the walls with a faint red light from the Christmas lights strung around the perimeter of the bathroom ceiling. Parties were never really your scene, but somehow you still ended up at one, hating every second of it. Cold air flushes your skin as you sit down on the edge of the toilet in front of the window and light your cigarette, a quiet, burning yellow ember in the room. You blow the smoke out and watch it trickle across the room towards the door, right as the handle turns and someone comes in, their breath slightly heavy and it clicks quietly behind them. You look up, and who else is standing there but Nathaniel Keirney. His beat-into-oblivion black converse are untied, jeans ripped and sleeves of his sweater hiked up his arms. His hair looks slightly wet and more frumped than usual. And his face... well it changes once he realizes he's not alone, either.

Nathaniel👔 Outfit  Black Sweater that fits well, True Religion dark wash baggy jeans, and untied Converse