Hey, guys, I know this is a short chapter, but trust me, the next one might have to be split into TWO chapters cuz it's kinda long. Okay, so enjoy chapter two…you might like Nate's encounter with a soon-to-be familiar face…
Disclaimer: I do not own the Uncharted series, even though I'd love to be part of the Naughty Dog staff! Tho I don't own the GAME, this fanfic IS mine.
Chapter 2: Meeting Her
The music was an annoying blare to Nate's ears. He swallowed down the last of his misery with another shot.
"Jesus, kid," Sully said coming to stand beside him. "Slow down on the drinks."
"I don't know, Sully…" Nate slurred slightly. "How 'bout this? I drink for every hour you're on a cigar?"
Sully frowned disapprovingly and sighed. "Alright, kid," Sully said, "I'm gonna see whatever more I can get from Raphael. Then I'm taking you're drunk ass back to the hotel."
"Whatever you say, Sully," Nate replied. It had been a few days after Nate had arrived home and discovered Elena's absence. By now he had arrived in Panama to complete his job: retrieving a price-worthy amulet, worth millions apparently. At first, it had caught Nate's attention, but now he really didn't give a shit. He almost called the entire thing off, despite all the work and research he had already put into it. But decided to continue the job as a useful distraction.
A few hours ago, he had followed Sully to a bar. They were supposed to get security details from a guy named Raphael, but Nate decided a drink wouldn't hurt. His mission would take place tomorrow night—he had time to kill.
After a few drinks, he couldn't deny the relief from this new hell all his shots had given him. It numbed his mind. Though he was never a big drinker, for tonight, he made an exception.
The bell dangling above the door jangled as someone came in. As of bored interest, Nate peered behind the men on the stools lining the bar to see who'd come in.
His eyebrows exaggerated in movement as they rose up in surprised interest.
A woman had just walked in, young, around her mid twenties. She had dark black hair that tied behind her head in a loose ponytail. Her bottom-torn shirt exposed part of her midriff and the cargo capris she wore hinted at her rugged side. As she turned to face the bar tender and order her drink, Nate gave a low whistle at the sight of her ass.
Nate tested himself on his feet, he wasn't totally wasted, and his balance was still pretty intact. As he approached the new girl, she had already sat on a stool to wait for her order. She pulled out a few pamphlets and looked through them. Pictures of Incan symbols caught Nate's eyes from looking over her shoulder.
He pointed to one of the images. "That means wealth," Nate said.
The women turned in her stool to see Nate, who had helped himself to the empty chair beside her.
Her eyebrows were raised slightly. "You know Incan?" She carried an English accent in her voice, Nate noted. Though she spoke her question as a statement of observation.
Nate shrugged nonchalantly. "Could always use improvement."
The woman nodded in a simple response.
Nate, who had been leaning against the counters surface with the arms folded in front of him for support, stuck out his hand. "Nathan Drake." He introduced himself, just as the bar tender placed a beer in front of the woman.
"Chloe Frazer," she responded, shaking his head before grabbing the bottle and taking a gulp.
"Quite a name," Nate commented. "So what's a woman like you studying Incan symbols in Panama?"
Chloe tried to stop her smile and shook her head. She stared at Nate who stared back in innocent interest. "On vacation," she replied, smoothly. "You?"
"Same," Nate professionally lied.
"So you come all the way to Panama, on vacation, to spend it in a bar?" Chloe grinned.
"'All the way'?" Nate repeated. He fixed his position to a more casual lean. "What makes you think I came a long way?"
"Well, you're obviously American," Chloe eyes seemed to grow in depth as Nate stared at her. "I know American men when I see them," she hinted in a low voice.
Nate smiled , intrigued by her flirtatious attitude and her self in general. Within their short conversation, she had captured Nate's attention. He wanted to know more.
Grinning, Nate offered, "So how 'bout a drink?"
Chloe smiled, a simple smile that implied she knew where this was going. She got up from her stool, sliding all of her folded pamphlets into one hand, leaving her drink and tab on the counter. Nate got up with her. She had a playful smirk as she patted Nate's cheek. "Maybe next time, cowboy."
She turned on her heel and walked out of the bar, the movement of her hips catching Nate's eyes.
Nate shook his head, a small grin on his face. He excepted this, and despite his slight disappointment, moved on and went back to his original stool.
Before he had a chance to order another double shoot, Sully came up behind him, and spoke to the guy in front of the counter.
"No, no more," Sully gruffed, "Come on, kid, you gotta sleep this off before tomorrow night."
He pulled Nate off the stool, tossing the tab for Nate's drinks in front of the bar tender, and helped Nate stumble back out to their car.
Nate started to feel the wooziness on their drive back to the hotel. As soon as they got in their room, Nate slumped on the bed and passed out. Leaving Sully to put all the security info he got from Raph into Nate's folder. Afterwards, Sully lit a smoke outside and checked the perimeter. If there was one thing he learned from his jobs with Nate, was to always keep your guard up. Before coming inside, he put out his cigar. He reminded himself to ask Nate why had willingly almost drank himself away last night.
Okay, so this is when Nate meet Chloe, and trust me, they'll meet again. Btw, have you guys checked out the UC3 trailer? It's AMAZING! I can't wait for November!
Also, good news and bad news. Good news: I've finished writing the fanfic. Bad news? I still have to TYPE it out and upload the chapters unto fanfiction. But don't worry, I'll remember to upload soon. The next chapter will probably be within this week! Don't forget to check out the UC3 trailer, seriously, it's awesome!