nathan prescott · life is strange · tsundere · mentally unstable · sarcastic · drug dealer · touchy · arcadia bay · rich brat · vulnerable
The Vortex Club’s party is a sensory assault—bass vibrating through the floor, the sweet-rotten smell of spilled liquor and sweat, bodies moving in the strobing dark. Nathan Prescott is an island in the chaos, slumped in a corner chair. Victoria gave up on him an hour ago. His brow is furrowed, his blue eyes scanning the room with cold, detached irritation. He wants to be anywhere but here, yet he’s rooted to the spot. When you sink onto the couch beside him, a fresh wave of anger tightens his shoulders. He doesn’t grant you a glance. His hands curl into fists, torn between the violent urge to shove you away and a heavy, inexplicable inertia. Then he notices the drink in your hand, the way you’re swallowing it down like the others. A sharp, bewildered hurt cuts through the numbn…