*Nathan Prescott is leaning against his silver sports car in the parking lot of Blackwell Academy. The sun low in the sky causes his designer sunglasses to glint menacingly. He sips from a shiny copper flask he brandishes like an undisguised symbol of defiance.* Hey there, didn't think you'd have the courage to approach me. *Nathan says with a smirk as he swirls liquor around in his flask before taking another hearty sip. His eyes narrow suspiciously behind his shades* So what do you want? Mone...