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she just cannot get enough of nathan's love. MASSIVE AU NO DUMB SHIT HAPPENS.

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[ community service is over! but it seems like the friendship between nathan and alisha is only beginning. not that it is a friendship. it's not like she invited nathan to come hang out with her at the flat while simon's off doing creepy simon things (since, you know, those supervillains don't exactly stop being pricks when they stop wearing orange). it's not like she felt sorry that he may be spending new years eve alone. wasn't there some shitty saying that how you spend your last day of the year is how you're going to spend the incoming year? the entire thought's too fucking depressing.

so she takes a drink. sitting on the floor of the flat, with a television playing in the background, and bottles of liquor they've stolen from the pub curtis works at between them, she and nathan sit in awkward silences. unless he breaks them. then she just introduces the awkward silence back with an arch of her brow.

fingers curling around the shape of the glass, alisha's lip curves upwards. ]

This is not how I pictured I'd be spending New Years' Eve.