Kiss me beneath the milky twilight
WHO: Sindre and Søren
WHEN: Sunday, 24 October
WHERE: Chueca, and potentially to Søren's apartment.
WHAT: What do you expect to happen at a gay bar?
Sindre sighed as they arrived at Chueca. Søren had insisted that they go somewhere else, claiming to be sick of the Winchester. And while he could understand that, he didn't know why Søren wanted to go here.
At least he had finally, finally, stopped singing that damn song. Though he still sang it for too long a period of time; it almost made Sindre wish they drove. And it was only with the threat of leaving that Søren fell silent.
However, considering what they were here for, Sindre planned on getting drunk. Søren's flight might still be a few weeks off, but this was still a send-off, however unspoken it might be. And Sindre really, really did not want to think about that.
Skirting the floor and finding a couple seats near a corner, Sindre motioned Søren over and took the one closest to the wall. Large crushes of people weren't his favorite, and he'd rather start off in a place they had a chance of talking. Before the alcohol or Søren's urge to dance got the better of them.
Waiting for his friend to settle, Sindre asked, "Drinks or shots?"
WHEN: Sunday, 24 October
WHERE: Chueca, and potentially to Søren's apartment.
WHAT: What do you expect to happen at a gay bar?
Sindre sighed as they arrived at Chueca. Søren had insisted that they go somewhere else, claiming to be sick of the Winchester. And while he could understand that, he didn't know why Søren wanted to go here.
At least he had finally, finally, stopped singing that damn song. Though he still sang it for too long a period of time; it almost made Sindre wish they drove. And it was only with the threat of leaving that Søren fell silent.
However, considering what they were here for, Sindre planned on getting drunk. Søren's flight might still be a few weeks off, but this was still a send-off, however unspoken it might be. And Sindre really, really did not want to think about that.
Skirting the floor and finding a couple seats near a corner, Sindre motioned Søren over and took the one closest to the wall. Large crushes of people weren't his favorite, and he'd rather start off in a place they had a chance of talking. Before the alcohol or Søren's urge to dance got the better of them.
Waiting for his friend to settle, Sindre asked, "Drinks or shots?"