Post by NATHAN SAUNDERS on Apr 1, 2015 19:25:25 GMT
hard thumps in his ears, girls pressed against him and far too drunk to string a sentence or think straight, it's as if nathan's whole body is pulsing and riveting to the music.
colours blur together in an ugly rainbow, and it's precisely because he's hating the song that he moves (more like sways) off the dancefloor to take a seat by the side; only to have his tracks diverted by another blur of blonde. luca?
he's stumbling, hot, barely navigating well enough to track the boy. where the fuck was he goin, anyway?
nathan is somewhere close to the entrance and the bar when he finally manages to slap a hand on the boy's shoulder.
"luuuuuuuuca," he shouts, a lazy grin plastered on his face. "gets get ouuuutta here!"
ARI WOLFF
colours blur together in an ugly rainbow, and it's precisely because he's hating the song that he moves (more like sways) off the dancefloor to take a seat by the side; only to have his tracks diverted by another blur of blonde. luca?
he's stumbling, hot, barely navigating well enough to track the boy. where the fuck was he goin, anyway?
nathan is somewhere close to the entrance and the bar when he finally manages to slap a hand on the boy's shoulder.
"luuuuuuuuca," he shouts, a lazy grin plastered on his face. "gets get ouuuutta here!"
ARI WOLFF
