Nathaniel was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to be smoking in the library. It kind of made sense, you know? Burning cigarette amongst piles of leather bound paper packed into equally flammable wooden shelves spelled out 'disaster' in big capital letters. But hell, he was being careful, and the librarian hadn't caught him yet (the woman had picked up on the fact that cigarettes were bad in combination with a library. Unless she'd already know that. Maybe she came from a time period when cigarettes were commonplace. Maybe they were around in Cashel's time. He didn't remember when cigarettes were first produced--not enough time spent awake in history class), so why bother putting them out?

The point was, he was lurking down the library's shelves with a cigarette smoldering away between his lips with no intention of putting it out.

Cigarettes weren't easy to come by, so he was going to relish them as long as he could. He'd gotten the pack he had now because he'd pouted and whined to a guest, an American from some period when smokes were commonplace, until the man had grinned and given him the carton. Sucker, he thought with a smirk. Nathaniel generally wasn't big on batting eyes and cuddling up to a guest to get some modern comforts, but when it came to cigarettes he was happy to pucker his lips a bit to serve the purpose.

Even if they weren't Lucky Strikes, he thought, frowning around the cigarette and releasing a puff of smoke. They were some cheap off-brand; the kind the army had given out and was generally tossed aside in favor of conning the new soldiers out of the better brands. Oh well, you won some, you lost some.

It was Nathan's day off, which accounted for him being in the library dressed in the rather futuristic jeans and white t-shirt attire, He'd hoped to find something to read in the massive library, some sort of gem to turn to in his boredom. Nathan did read surprisingly often--it was a good distraction, especially in the last days of the war--but he liked the modern books (modern for his time, anyway). He'd trudged his way through his fair share of classics in high school, and the books in this particular library made the ones he'd read back then look new age. The only familiar title he'd come upon was the Bible, and he wasn't in the mood for that.

He plucked another book off the shelves lazily, scanning the title before flicking to the first few pages. Nathaniel frowned, exhaling smoke. Fuck if it wasn't written in Old English. Grumbling, he replaced it to the shelf. It looked like he wasn't going to have much luck finding interesting reading material.