Put on your party shades.
WHO: Snorri, Sindre, Nikolej
WHEN: Wednesday, September 2nd
WHERE: Chueca
WHAT: Clubbing
RATING: We'll keep it PG-13, but I'll raise it if someone gets...too tanked...
Clubbing.
Snorri's one guilty pleasure, weakness, what-have-you. Clubbing was the one pleasure he'd allow himself to have on free time, and the one thing he vowed Sindre would not find out about. Sindre, who did not approve of him dating. Sindre, who would sooner buy the whole "babies come from storks" story than a realistic approach to anything.
Sindre, who was not going to know he'd snuck out of the house tonight.
The last thing Snorri needed during a drink and maybe a little dance was Sindre pulling a fast one. Or six. Or getting sloshed and needing to be dragged home. Not that it had happened recently, but...sometimes old habits died harder than hard.
But tonight was a night to go out to the club, to just be with people. He'd finished the first set of his college classes earlier today and decided just that--tonight was the night. The day had been long. Boring. Full of utterly nothing as he'd sat in Danish 201, tapped a pencil against a pad of paper and read the course syllabus twice through.
Life was not always meant for things so dull.
Snorri tugged on the laces of his boots and flashed his ID on his way into the club. Flashing lights and familiar sounds greeted him. It was like home.
Tonight was the night.
WHEN: Wednesday, September 2nd
WHERE: Chueca
WHAT: Clubbing
RATING: We'll keep it PG-13, but I'll raise it if someone gets...too tanked...
Clubbing.
Snorri's one guilty pleasure, weakness, what-have-you. Clubbing was the one pleasure he'd allow himself to have on free time, and the one thing he vowed Sindre would not find out about. Sindre, who did not approve of him dating. Sindre, who would sooner buy the whole "babies come from storks" story than a realistic approach to anything.
Sindre, who was not going to know he'd snuck out of the house tonight.
The last thing Snorri needed during a drink and maybe a little dance was Sindre pulling a fast one. Or six. Or getting sloshed and needing to be dragged home. Not that it had happened recently, but...sometimes old habits died harder than hard.
But tonight was a night to go out to the club, to just be with people. He'd finished the first set of his college classes earlier today and decided just that--tonight was the night. The day had been long. Boring. Full of utterly nothing as he'd sat in Danish 201, tapped a pencil against a pad of paper and read the course syllabus twice through.
Life was not always meant for things so dull.
Snorri tugged on the laces of his boots and flashed his ID on his way into the club. Flashing lights and familiar sounds greeted him. It was like home.
Tonight was the night.